When the eagle is singing on our National Day
A colourful rainbow wave proud when is raised,
People are singing the song about change
Children are blowing dead future of pain.
A free land that God promised to all
An army of shapers protect us from fall,
Our sons to walk straight on the green of clean grass
To carry on shoulders not guns just pure thrust.
A magical bullet that bring us alive
To cherish the silence and worship the sky,
The march of white solders to beat in our chest
When we will became a nation united and blessed.