Kaassassorujunnguarooq qanga ernersiaasimasoq
Pissaap inussuata perlukuniit qaqeqaa
Kalaallit nunarsualliaasiit suli panissiaajusaarmat
Qitornarsui ulapputtariaqaleqaat
Nutaraq tullinnguupputit
Nutaraq nangitsisuusussaangvit yeaahey

Pissutsit nutaat qanganitsikatareersut
Utaqqinavianngikkaatigullu paasikatareersimaleqaarput
Itilersaraangummi nunatsinni ulapputikatalereersimasut
Tikisitangut suliartortitangut tamaanga
Nutaraq tullinnguupputit
Nutaraq nangitsisuusussaangvit yeaahey

Kaassassorujunnguarooq qanga sukasangaareerluni
Pingajorarsuit suutinngeqai
Nutaraq tullinnguupputit
Nutaraq nangitsisuusussaangvit
Nutaraq tullinnguupputit
Nutaraq nangitsisuusussaangvit yeaahey

The Piddling Kaassassuk

Once upon a time the piddling Kaassassuk was a stepson
The Master of Power rose him out of misery
The great Kalaallit Nunaat still is a stepdaughter
Its many children have a lot to achieve
You, young one, it’s your turn
You, young one, it’s your turn to carry on
New values have long become obsolete
We surely know that they would not wait for us
Every time we wake up, we see that they already are busy in our country
Them we have called upon us the foreign laborers
You, young one, it’s your turn
You, young one, it’s your turn to carry on

Once upon a time the piddling Kaassassuk was strengthened
He fought triple polar bears as nothing
You, young one, it’s your turn
You, young one, it’s your turn to carry on
You, young one, it’s your turn
You, young one, it’s your turn to carry on