Suttognak A Vének [English translation]

The elders are whispering,

That there should always be song,

That we should hum songs to one another,

As a mother does to her child

Let the song fly,

Let the soul rebel,

We give ourselves to the song,

We give our hair to the wind.

The song is loud now,

The elders are saying goodbye,

from the other side of the river,

They shall never return.