Nei ieties, nei kardo
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mūšį
Nei jūsų akmenų, nei skydų
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mūšį
Nei jūsų sienų, nei griovių
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mūšį
Ir jūsų žirgų, anei riterių
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mūšį
Translation:
(Not of the spear, nor sword
We are not afraid, not afraid, we’ll go to battle
Not of your stones, nor shields
We are not afraid, not afraid, we’ll go to battle
Not of your walls, nor channels
We are not afraid, not afraid, we’ll go to battle
And not of your horses, nor knights
We are not afraid, not afraid, we’ll go to battle )
To the land of the marshes
Lay to rest on the darkened night
Volquin their master
To the order of brothers of thy sword
The supreme duke Vykintas Of Samogitian forces
With almighty Mindaugas
Slaying men with spears not with swords
Hear the thunders in the distance
Hear the roaring hordes
For thy battle of the sun
Shall unite us all
Till the end of the moonlight
Till the wounded sun
Till the horns of victory
Shall be heard for one more time
On the land of the marshes
Heavy armored knights
Fear to loosen their horses
They shall die on their final night
Fled into chanted forests
Which of few who could run
Struck by thundering forces of Samigalians crashing hands