Speak Erzya

I speak in Erzya, my friends, I think in Erzya, I look at everything through Erzya eyes. I was born Erzya, I live and I will die Erzya, I am a tiny patch of my nation's cloth. I am a tiny drop of my people's blood, A little spark, a smoldering ember. A quiet song echoing through the void, A hand reached out in vain into the void. I hear them saying: "Calm down, your nation is dead, Your words are needed by no one anymore." Their minds despair: “Your nation is a living corpse Heading to the grave it can not stop”. I do not believe it. I will never believe it! My nation sleeps, but awakening will come! My nation lives! The heart still pumps the blood, My nation sleeps—and gathers up its strength! Across our land, the Erzya word resounds, In every heart, the Erzya spirit burns! A river begins with a single drop, A single spark ignites a roaring flame, A single voice begins a сommon song! Speak in Erzya, Erzya, think in Erzya, Look at all of life through Erzya eyes!