Venkí'sítarrlénuk Síturhuv Rreisalem: Félmei Hafj'rhab  

51 A.W

Sweet Motherland,

By your command

With sword in hand,

We defend with no demand.

Ancestors watch over us

As we fight the inglorious,

Purge the treasonous,

And face odds so treacherous.

March on, comrades, march on,

With swords drawn,

For freedom, we fight til dawn.

March til the blue eyes are gone.

Sweet Motherland,

Your beaches and forests so grand,

Here, the Venkí stand,

For each other, hand in hand.

Foreign conquests, we undo

Liberty and revolution, long overdue.

Our people are born anew

As the scepter falls through.

Sweet Motherland

Your glory, so grand

By your side, we stand

All for you, our sweet motherland