Off to the future, never looking back,

Thy history of misery and wrack.

And yet now the Sun is shining o'er Thee,

So may we chant our song with glee.

Chorus:

Let us sing about Liberation Day,

Overjoyed, we are now free—hooray!

Let our throats cleave the air as we all clamour,

For the name of our liberator!

Cannons roared and artillery shrieked,

Pierced our ground and our souls piqued.

Yet the Soviets saved us from harm's way,

And now hatred has faded away.

Vikidál Gyula - Április 4-ről szóljon az ének - A felszabadulás dala (1999)