The war songs sound, a new sun is born on the horizon, in its crowns it carries swords of hope and in its eyes a song of love.
From this moment on, a war to the death is declared, and at this instant the dead are not mourned; an order, a synchronicity, only a desperate and exhausting task, born from a thousand ideas and
The cavalry comes from the north, the riflemen from the south; from my hand this poem addressed to you, lord warrior. We do not expect glory, nor do we dream of peace; we dream of seeing our borders flourish.
He declared through this poem, that it be a war song that leads us to a beautiful death, within this plains land we will be the angels of the rising sun.