-This is a tradition -Breaching it is desecration
-It's a family for whom war is life -The sea and the time stand witness
The sacrifices by our mothers Are the breast milk that blesses us
Making this body shape into a weapon
Self-esteem that refuses to surrender Dictates the boundaries
The chronicles of our ancestors Are radiant like a glorious history
This day that comes Every year is meant for us
The stroking of our mustache Is our message to the world
Today is the day To worship the weapons we wield
Let us tap our shoulders And celebrate the fair
It's a fete of warring brave hearts Let's give them a welcome
With warm blood coursing through March ahead, our warrior