Every time I say a noble idea,

Our hearts, in surprise,

Go up to a higher level. The wave of the deeper soul

Into our hearts,

And unconsciously promote us.

Out of all the despicable concerns. To those words and deeds

So as to help us meet our daily needs,

And their overflow

Wake us up from the trough! I think so because I read at night.

A member of the army of death,

The trench was cold and wet,

Hungry and cold camps, wounded people on the battlefield,

In the painful hospital,

Dark corridors,

A cold, stony floor. Lo！ In that miserable house

I saw a lady with a lamp.

Through the flickering darkness,

Fly from one room to another. Slow, just like in a happy dream,

The silent victim turned and kissed.

Her shadow, as it falls.

On the dark wall. As if the gate of heaven should be

Suddenly open and close,

Visions come and go,

The light is on, and it is spent again. In the annals of England, through long

After that, her speeches and songs,

Its light will be projected.

From the past entrance. A lady with a lamp should stand up.

In the great history of this land,

A noble commodity,

Heroic women. There will be nothing missing here.

Palm, lily and spear,

A symbol of the past

Port of San Filomena.