Our Blessed Knights

In this adieu, you still occupy the frame, On this two-forked road, you are quitting this sacred name. We don't want to be our own casualty in this goodbye, We urge you not to leave this giant red haven in this ciao. Now, you are your own master, In this solitude, we want to make you evergreen voices, But except for a tremendous miracle, Nobody will be able to keep you forever on our own soil. Do us a favour one more time, Make this haven red with pride, As you always did when you were glued to this peepal tree, This tree costs you not just a memory but also a priceless monument. In the dying moments, we can only confess, You were our blessed knights, Who protected us from every devilish crime, You were the branches of this peepal tree. The red heaven does not want to show you mercy, It only wants you to stay forever in its circumference. But sometimes, every man must embrace farewell to the dearest ones, And we only know we miss someone when we let them go.