When the dragon's last breath falls upon our land,

our joy will once again bloom like the rose.

The sky shall open,

holy light shall shine on this country.

The birds will sing to us in high sweet voices.

The trumpets will start.

The animals shall dance below the mulberry moon.

If only this day will come soon when the worthy knight shall suceed.

We never let our hopes die of this day.

Though we shed our sorrowful tears,