What they said the waves murmur

in the green shore,

the transparent ray

of the quiet moon light ?

What they said the highest branches

of dark pine leaves armed,

with its well compassed

monotone's humming.?

 Its greenness around

and kindly stars

land of the greens fortress

and courageous clam

do not forgets,

of the injury the rude hartred

wake up of yours sleep

home of Brogan

 Love of the green country,

of the green country ours

light the panache's race

of Osende and Froshan's

that there in theirs pretty

shirts, badly tied,

the sweet and white breasts

of the Brogan's daughters

 Galizans, be strong

ready to great feats;

prepare yours chests

to glorious ends;

sons of the nobles Celts,

strong and pilgrims,

fight for the destiny

of the Brogan's land.