The rose of mountains ah the rose of mountains
You melted me, ah the rose of mountains
Why your colour darkened ?
May I die, ah the rose of mountains
The roses flowered with your colours
Your jewellery have become green, red and yellow
My heart sighs and moans
All the time I moan for you
I am a minstrel, homeland's voice
My task is struggling and working
My heart always moans
I say : my rose, you are welcome