Sometimes I dream that we fly
That we fly alone like we are cursed
I dream about northern wind
Which tires the wings
And me and you, hawk and she-hawk
Looking for a hawker's shoulder
Our beautiful homeland,
Heroic sweet country
There, far away
There, far away
There, far away
Far away from sea
Far away from sea
Sometimes I dream about Christmas
Then trains wake me up
They travel to south from my pillow
To the place where my heart lives
Where people mourn for me on Christmas