Сотканы века [Sotkanı veka] [English translation]

Crying, praying for forgiveness

Blind is the one, who fell on his knees

Open the hearts, enslave the stupid one,

Bring in your light, turn the face from a liar.

Light and darkness

Merged into a scroll of Gods.

From the erstwhile blood of fathers

Woven are the ages!

Pain and fear

Before your creator.

Alien faith in their eyes

Did raise!

Take back this, what you have thrown away.

Bring in your view from years gone by.

Capture with beauty, wash with a tear.

In accordance to the Vedas of the fathers lead after you.

Holy careless truth

With the mute voice of the forest, we cry to them: “Glory!”

To the sound of the rains, warmed by rays

Is a lie, which longs to be revealed.

Glory!

Say with a poisoned arrow

We are the children of the night, unseen by a naked eye.

Opressing disdain

By the revelation of the prophet!

Obfuscated again by the prayer

The blind people, so engrossed.

Robbing dilapidated graves,

The light of ages turn into nothingness!

Crying, praying for forgiveness

Blind is the one, who fell on his knees

Open the hearts, enslave the stupid one,

Bring in your light, turn the face from a liar.

Light and darkness

Merged into a scroll of Gods.

From the erstwhile blood of fathers

Woven are the ages!

Pain and fear

Before your creator.

Alien faith in their eyes

Did raise!