Translating a song by Obrint pas

As I am upset

I am trying to remember

along my solitude paths,

and the smell of burning

gunpowder turns up,

and the red bonfires

in the summer solstice.

Parties in the street,

thousands of stars,

on 25th April

feelings on our hearts.

Hope in our eyes,

flags in the wind,

and happy wishes

of my people.

Fighting, creating,

building popular power.

As I've come back

I'm walking again

along the streets

and squares of the village

where I grew up,

and that old belfry

awakens me,

the sound of fireworks

our music and giants,

old songs, new emotions,

on 25th April

building new illusions.

Life in our fists,

fight in our skin

and happy wishes

of our people.

Fighting, creating,

building popular power.