Оригинален текст
The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me
Pervading every single nook of existence
Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-ûrâ
Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos