I'm not afraid of bad luck,
my saint will protect me
I don't care about the chimney,
my saint will save me
And with the earth of the
holy land,
we will cover infidelity
We will fight with swords in hand,
and it will be the war that will be
And
fortune will choose us,
we will be saints,
we will be heroes
We will aim the spears at the sky,
fear will not stop us
I love you, I love you, I love you
I'm not afraid of bad luck,
we will fight for freedom
We will leave the battlefield,
only when the sun goes down
With the wine of our veins,
we will chase away malignancy We will dream our women,
sweet as anasia
I'm not afraid of bad luck,
we will fight for freedom We will drink to
the loyalty of those who will fight to death
From tomorrow with our swords,
we will fight infidelity