Prisoners of a furious nation committed to fighting if we need

All the friends who died, now they guide [us] to succeed

Saving our dark green clothes, so we can get home

Swimming through infinite oceans, hoping not to hear a bam

Immortal memories resemble our bright, warm, and loved home

Overwhelming silence gets so loud when we cry to say “goodbye” to our fam

No more than cotton and synthetic fiber, or sometimes nylon and cotton blends

With a comfy shape and colors that symbolize courage and passion, which never ends

In our shoulders, flags, flags that give us power and control over things

The nights are as short as dead, here we are helping [you] to survive

Have you ever experimented fear? We do, all time, but we still fight

Choosing to help, getting dirty, and washing everything once again

Once again cotton dirty full of fear, nylon customs, and a breath of air

Making us fight for freedom, thinking about duty, and confidence in ourselves

Passion in our hearts and love for our flags

A star I would have once back at home, medals, and ceremony on my shelves

Sitting in my place, looking at the end

Singing songs, back in my past, thinking at home

In my dearest friends in uniform, fighting in a dust storm

Oh, holy days, colors, fights, and cries

No more war, no more flags, and no more dies.