Through the fine old cedars, we wonder
Why the tall white peaks had faded?
All the pristine lights of the old port
Guiding heroes through our time

And we'll never meet again on the gray lawns
That's the fortune of the cursed
Fenicians rise and go sail to the end of the world
We praise for your bravery, straight in a vast blood sea

In the sky shines bright the pole star
Only a lonely point in space
It would be time to face the unknown?

Have the wind as our only friend
I can reach, I will navigate, in my words, I believe
Fenicians rise and go sail to the end of the world
We praise for your bravery, straight in a vast blood sea