Mano Brava

With the adornment of a good schoolboy
I leave a flower of swords in your hands,
so that you have it.

Let the boncha know that the smooth one
I am the owner of the brave hand.
Gods of the abyss
will guard my mark.

For oneself, or for that one.
Like you, and like the three of us
who, traveling in the sound,
dreamed it yesterday and fulfilled it today.