Come once, and once again,

The illustrious men,

The castle-fighters.

Come once, and once again,

For the bullets are but borrowed,

They know what awaits in battle.

Come once, and once again,

And if they’re wounded or slain,

They want no laments.

Come once, and once again,

They want laurel wreaths,

Songs for their funerals.

Come once, and once again,

They want no weeping for men,

Nor kneeling prayers.

Come once, and once again,

But they want a grave on a mountaintop,

And at lofty chapels.

Come once, and once again,

So they may watch their brothers-in-arms,

And their fellow countrymen.

Come once, and once again,

How they decimate the Turks,

How the Cretans fight.

Once and once again,

To see Freedom herself,

When she appears,

Come once, and once again,

From the foam of the sea,

To lift her shining rays.