Soar Aloft

The country’s rugged heath land.
See the nation’s sea and sand.
This our people’s pride and joy now.
Yeah, this our motherland.

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.
High above the sea and sand, high above the dark oak forests now.
Hail to you my motherland.

Old ancient oak trees and dark beech groves, greening birch trees, frame the meadow land, soar aloft now….

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.
High above the sea and sand, high above those dark oak forests now.
Hail to you my motherland. Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.
High above the sea and sand, high above those dark oak forests now.
Hail to you my motherland.

Farmers and towns-people, of true blood stock.
Always hail now to their homeland, in loyalty, soar aloft now.
Here motherland, always be our watchword.
Our loyalty to the homeland, in all times to come, soar aloft now….

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.
High above the sea and sand, high above the dark oak forests now.
Hail to you my motherland.