The songs are singing and the beår drinking
We are feasting - we are pleasing the Gods
Night is like days 'cause fires light it
Joy is at faces and let fear become ashes

Night is like day and here is our happiness
Holiday of fathers and here is our gladness
Tomorrow we will be at work again
Now we're singing the songs, praising the gods

chorus:
Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy
Bright sickle Moon is now with us
Holiday of fathers is now with us
Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours
We gathered here together
To recollect our fathers

The time of battles for now passed
Let's chase away time of grief
Our children are here with us
Our ancestors are here with us

chorus:
Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy
Bright sickle Moon is now with us
Holiday of fathers is now with us
Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours