When a young boy defends his rights sometimes he loses and cries
When an adult man fights for his life he can be killed and die
When a child breaks into a cry of pain it can be excused
But when a man betrays his folk and faith his name would be cursed
The words are forgotten and sorrow will carry away by wind and rain
But rivers don't change their flow nor when my broken heart is full of pain
 [bad word] 
tree grows from the soil according to Nature's work
So my heart belongs to my faith, family and folk

When steel was used in the making of the sword warrior fought and died
He defended his country and folk, he knew that ”Might is Right”
When a young boy loses his fight he at least tried to stand
But when a folk sells its heritage and land it is the beginning of the end

The words are forgotten and sorrow will carry away by wind and rain
But rivers don't change their flow nor when my broken heart is full of pain
 [bad word] 
tree grows from the soil according to Nature's work
So my heart belongs to my faith, family and folk

Faith, family and folk...