Let`s thousand ships enjoy new horizons;
Let`s dates of peace and life change tones,
And old virtues blossom in the tamed world.
Let`s solitude meet communion with our Lord,
And our acts and prayers fill the rural rolling hours,
And hope like the full moon enlights those towers.
Beyond the desert of colours,
A sacre new serenity of ours
With Braille letters for all the blind men
And our ships will come back again,
In the same forgotten harbor blue.
Look at the flag of Noah with his crew…
Some deaf men can hear this inner song of hope
Some others are chaned wih strong invisible ropes
Because they are afraid by the sirens`s song.