Flowers bloom on the Silvanopolis' mountains The golden sun spreads gold there Corrupted enemies always flee like the wind Such is fate, oh strange mother My blood be forgiven for the glorious principles of Silvanism. I sat and stayed on the Silvanopolis' mountains I wrote the martyrs in my notebook I embraced the orphans to my bosom Such is fate, oh strange mother My blood be forgiven for the beautiful homeland. I am a Silvanic son, I want to die for Silvanism If the soil were thorns, my bed would be my place May those who turn back be ashamed of Silvan Such is fate, oh strange mother My life would be sacrificed for the beautiful homeland. They planted bombs on the Silvanopolis' mountains They put the Silvanic flag in front They strangled the enemy with glorious victories Such is fate, oh strange mother My life be sacrificed for Silvanopolis.