Vaixell de Grecia

If at dawn you see a ship passing by
kissing the waters of the cradle sea of the gods,
signal to it, so it can see where we are
and walk with us towards the north.

If it doesn't carry a net, or a bear, or a rudder,
don't ever think it has lost everything,
for the people will always be able to hoist the sail
to conquer waves made of fear and blood.

Ship that cries just like mine cries,
that carries the pain and grief that mine carries,
Greek ship, may the storm not sink you,
inflate the sails as we head to the same port.