Our country, which has become so old
your head is all covered with white hair.
Always held us, your children, in your bosom
and gave us the riches of your coasts.
II
As middle children in the family
we blossomed here
Kalaallit, we want to call ourselves
before your proud and honourable head.
III
With a burning desire to develop what you have
to give, renewing,
removing your obstacles
our desire to move is forward, forward.
IV
The way of matured societies
is our zealous goal to attain;
the effect of speech and letters
we long to behold
V
Humbleness is not the course,
Kalaallit wake up and be proud!
A dignified life is our goal;
courageously take a stand