We sit here with muscles
like warriors Incarnates
Remembering our glorious past
We steer like peasants
And watch as our glory
before our very own eyes fly pass
Oh lonely sky
on who's back the Eagle once once rode
Who vanquished our symbol of freedom
that above us once soar high?
Oh sacred pride
that now houses reptiles and beasts
Where is the lion
that on thee once ruled with iron fists?
It no longer roars
But in deep sleep it only snores
Oh waves
That once kissed our sandy shores
How mighty
Your hand that now break into our doors
Snatching our young ones
You leave our fathers in painful groans
And our mothers mourning their lost sons
Oh glory, oh glory, oh glory of old
How we speak about you
Like great tales our ancestors told