Survived after the war battle
Just felt the sin of divine purity
A gesture of pride and love ...

Moon of winter in ancient lands
What boggles the sweetness of the air
Swimming in the sea, ancient ruins
Ira God forgive us?

Dancing in seas of madness
The wind whispered songs of glory
sounds of another divine healing
What d'relief sighs history

One could only lust of the past
Where the boredom of a muse
Breathed the air of victory
Embrace of death will give us
In a further step in our history

Fraternal enemies, if embraced
That empire
Same time they are committing suicide
Warriors full of hate

Crawled behind the beat of our memory
Sounds divine, with a bloodbath
Lives and lives ... So much for the glory
Another lie stained with blood

Misery of our people
Now only ...
Our old Lusitania
Crying again
With a child

As snakes penetrate the hatred
Our pride in poisons
Until our last breath
He who condemns us today

fear that guides us
show me your safe place
with a mild dose of revelry
through which shines a safe haven