Some men, very attentive, can be seen,
far on the border, across the sands.
They keep their eyes open all the time
and ensure our safety with their sinewy hands.
For their life, there is no insurance,
is there anyone to ask, who are they?
The place where they stand, there is no safety,
is there anyone to ask, how are they?
It’s all about their invincible will and brawny arms,
they fight as strong as they can.
I’ve seen one of them, fighting,
they seem to me like immortals, not men.
They lose their lives,
to let us live.
They are the mighty soldiers, to whom,
I have ‘Salute’ as the only thing to give.