In the smoke, in blood, through the clouds of arrows
Now your road;
But you foresee his inheritance,
Coming our Quiroga!
And soon, soon fade wrestle
Amid the slave people,
You take a hammer in the hand of
And will call: freedom!
I praise you, a faithful brother!
About mason venerable!
About Kishinev, on the dark castle!
Likuj, improsveschenny!
