Ionian fighters
pure and radical
They had warm hearts.
and the tyrants trembled.
They fought for Sunday to come.
Mother Greece from there.
The people took courage.
and all the popular ones
whoever passes by on his knees
He needs a bridle.
Loving motherland
We will all come this way.
Heroes were on the shore
with flame in their writing
and a dream in my mind
Their enemies knew it.
Mother Motherland Virgin Mary
They were double-crossing us.
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