1. Stand on the banks of the harbor and let's drink
Tears overflowing like the running sea

2. Arrows of fate fly there
Shot by Glory, oh God who shoots them

3. The afternoon of Saturday crept slowly
Racing the wind, running in its paths

4. Its steam like a pillar standing erect
Piercing the blue dome with its stabs

5. And I do not exaggerate, the banners witness
That the crescent stays atop its pole

6. In but a moment I saw in it
Arrows thrown in the sea's swell

7. Oh palm tree raised on the soil of nobility shredded
Its fruit still comes free

8. We always cry for you oh Anton you never left
The memory of you still scents the horizons

9. From afar those bent with grief sob
Crying for the arrows, weeping for those who passed in them