He looks for you mother while his body is swayed
by the sea in which he dives asleep.
He dreams of your embrace, looks for memories,
to hold on to and keep awake.

The sea is disturbed—it's tempest, wailing.
Who could launch a thousand angels from heaven?
And he hears your screams—white head scarves,
cover the waters, brought by the wind.
Send a wave to wipe away
all the traitors who sowed so much death.

Ships and castaways hear their voices.
They tell them: "Never, never forget our names".
Tell the Mothers that somewhere,
where it's necessary, we are still fighting.

Mother, your son hasn't disappeard.
Mother, I found him walking by your side.
I see him in your eyes, I hear him in your words,
and he mentions me in each of your gestures.
I see him in my struggles and accompanies me
through the flames of every new battle.

My hands are guided by his strong hands,
towards the future, to victory always.
My hands are guided by his strong hands,
towards the future, to victory always.