The cold nights in Prague never end

and you are thinking of your own land

At least you know that it's lying

somewhere under the same sky

that you see through the bars

of your narrow window

and you imagine the eyes

of your wife, they must be crying tears for you

I will sing, I will never stop

until they take my life away

I'll resist, I will never fall

until they take my life away

In winter snow is falling

it reminds you of your distant northern land

and you don't know if the birds can bring your call so far

so that you could be heard

One thousand voices are marching

and singing your songs in the world

You are never alone

your comrades are taking your hand towards freedom

I will sing...

You expected this could happen to you

and you have never giving up singing your songs

You're a fighter and this is the war

and music is your sword

I will sing...