The warmth of my nation
Feeling the warmth of contact with my brothers of struggle
Burn my hands to the fire of passion for my land
Lift them, those hands, in search of the wind with the scent of myrtle
Look into the eyes of my brothers, and understand that together we will always remain
An oath from indomitable shardana warriors, balentes warriors
Freedom to the ultimate sacrifice, to death
Mother Earth, this is a promise, until death or freedom