You have seen and heard
  in the winds,
  in the clouds,
  through cries of seagulls,
  through sounds of bees and butterflies
of Ielia

She who walks in the night
  washed by moonlight,
  danced in starlight,
  singing with rain,
  weeping with the time,
  dying with every season passing by,
waiting...

You, if you still carry a heart in your soul,
be fair in giving- not just in taking.
Release her, I demand!
If you do not love her as you claim,
release her, I say!!

Ielia, Ielia, Ielia!