Mury [English translation]

He, inspired and young was, they, could be counted by none.

He gave them strength by song, he sang that the dawn was near.

Candles in thousands they burned for him, smoke raised over their heads.

He sang that the time for the wall to fall has come, and they sang it with him.

Pull the bars from the walls

Tear the chains, break the whip

and the walls will fall, fall fall

and bury the old world!X2

Soon, by heart they knew the song

And lone music without the words

Carried with it the old meaning, shivers through and through the hearts and souls

They sang and clapped like a shot to the rhythm

And the chain burdened them, kept back the dawn, and he sang and played still.

Pull the bars from the walls

Tear the chains, break the whip

and the walls will fall, fall fall

and bury the old world!X2

Then they saw their numbers and felt power and time

And with the song on the lips that dawn is near they marched on the streets of the town

They toppled the statues, teared up the street and cried out- This is one with us! That one is against us!

Who’s alone is our greatest enemy! Though the singer was also alone

He watched their steady march

In silence listened to their stepping sound

And the walls grew, grew, grew

The chain dangled by their legs. X2