Do not say: “[Alas,] we’re walking our last tread,

Daylight is hidden by darker clouds of lead!”

The day we long for will finally appear

And our marching song will thunder: We are here!

From the sunny palms to the fields of snow

We are here despite the suffering and woe,

And where we shed our blood for our rightful cause

There our courage will forever sprout and rise.

The morning’s sun will rise and brighten our day,

Like a shadow, our bane will fade away.

But even if the light won't come in our time,

For generations still our song shall pass and rhyme!

This freedom song was written with a bleeding gun;

It’s not the song of sparrow birds under the sun,

For they all sang it across the falling lands,

Together sang it with [the] pistols in their hands!

So never say: we are walking our last tread,

Daylight is hidden by darker clouds of lead.

The day we long for will finally appear

And our marching song will thunder: We are here!