A song, a voice swinging in our very last choir
A whistle, a breath returns…reminds our very first cry

As we face the light of the day
Our souls roaming ready (even) to swim in pyre
When we breathe the wind of night
Leafs of youth look forgotten withered

The days, those nights… can’t let us to kneel
To forget our strives
So, it is now that the time has found us
And it is now that questions have their answers

Just hear us, we sing a song for you, for us
The song of Honor, dignity and Pride
Just don’t forget us, don’t let a single sigh
And hear our call from fields and halls up high.

Aithir
Last night of 2001.