Sun of the Motherland

Red clay hums under the naked sole,
Dry heat drinks the sweating noon.
Baobab root tears through the mute strata,
Right where our mica flint is buried deep.
The wind carries a roar across the valley:
Time to awaken for those who slept.
Blood surges straight to the throbbing temples,
The heat resonates into heavy sand.


(Hey-ya! Rise above the ground!)
Do you hear the vein pulsing in the chest?
(A-ho! Listen to the tide!)
The heavy tread is marching ahead!

Припев
Sun of the Motherland has risen above!
Burn and blind this heavy noon!
The earth of our mothers will not yield seed
To those whose souls are blind and hollow!
Blaze above me, fierce golden ring,
Power is born from a hundred hands!
Yo-le! Mother Earth!
Sun of the Motherland is me!


Yo-le-le! Ma-ma-yo!
Listen to the hard flint groaning!
Yo-le-le! Ma-ma-yo!
The great unbroken day has ignited!


Hunger will not touch those whose branch
Holds the fruit above the sheer precipice.
We have learned to endure the iron,
To breathe the dust and scatter the smoke.
In every stream lies a mother's command,
Black fertile soil feeds the seed.
The gaze is unbroken, the fire unquenched,
What was forgotten shall rise from the deep!


(Hey-ya! Rise above the ground!)
Do you hear the vein pulsing in the chest?
(A-ho! Listen to the tide!)
The heavy tread is marching ahead!

Припев
Sun of the Motherland has risen above!
Burn and blind this heavy noon!
The earth of our mothers will not yield seed
To those whose souls are blind and hollow!
Blaze above me, fierce golden ring,
Power is born from a hundred hands!
Yo-le! Mother Earth!
Sun of the Motherland is me!


The stones preserve the names of the tribes.
(Wo-yo, remember the source!)
The rustle of leaves speaks through the dream.
(Wo-yo, listen to the east!)
The women of the tribe brew the sacred potion,
A primal fire boils inside the clay bowl.
Stand at full height, do not bend your spine
Inside our eyes, the blinding dawn ignites!

Припев
Sun of the Motherland has risen above!
Burn and blind this heavy noon!
The earth of our mothers will not yield seed
To those whose souls are blind and hollow!
Blaze above me, fierce golden ring,
Power is born from a hundred hands!
Yo-le! Mother Earth!
Sun of the Motherland is me!


Yo-le...
The earth breathes.
Sun in the blood.
Mother Earth...