Mazaròl

Where the River find a new way to die,
When the morning light have just killed the night,
I stepped on a print of the spiteful imp.
I walked all day and I walked all night,
And my legs have suffered every single mile,
But in the end I saw my guide.
Mazharol!
Where do you hide?
Mazharol!
Get off your guise!
Mazarol protect our land against the foreign men!
Mazharol!
Why do you hide?
Mazharol!
Drop your pride!
Mazarol protect our land against the foreign men!
When Huns encroached on the eastern side,
To destroy our nation and pollute our blood,
You took up arms and fight.
You have tied the manes of the warrior’s horses,
You aroused fires and drained the sources,
And you have saved our tribe.
Mazharol!
Where do you hide?
Mazharol!
Get off your guise!
Mazarol protect our land against the foreign men!