Free Udmurtia,
let the forests breathe again,
let the rivers run without chains,
let the songs rise where silence was forced.
I will dance on your grave,
Europe and Russia,
the twin deceivers,
ugly in power, hollow in pride.
Your empire’s bones
will crack beneath my steps,
your arrogance scattered
like ash in the wind.
Free Udmurtia,
free every land you strangled,
for my dance will not end
until your graves
are the only borders left.