Hawkwind rising, fire in the veins,

steel strings burning through the midnight chains.

Neon comets carve the sky in two,

your name a spark that keeps on breaking through.

Ride the solar flare, never coming down,

heartbeat thunder shaking holy ground.

In the echo of the endless tour we roar,

Hawkwind and fire—forever, evermore.

鷹風(fēng)掠過赤焰天，

星塵在鐵翼上裂成電；

我們駕著雷火沖進(jìn)夜，

把沉默的宇宙吼成歌。

硫黃石雨?duì)C亮瞳孔，

心跳像脈沖鼓破真空；

讓黑被燒出裂縫，

光從裂縫里喊我們的名——

永不落，永不降，

鷹風(fēng)與火是故鄉(xiāng)。