Oh , my partner in chain! and gloomy, wild loneliness my whisper is slain but hope still shines in here, in the eyes of darkness, and through the walls of madness .
Oh , my dear comrade out tempest is still there the silence of deserting memories sails over running horizons and among the tired steps i feed tiny doubts and barrenness !
it is the same sole fate so we must pass ahead weather night fa;;s dead or dawn pours melody of sense.
Oh, my brave comrade we face the cruel torture with our victorious resistance and during the silent nights we challenge our chains
because courage never dies because we are the rest of the tempest and tomorrow the bloody hands will be shaking and the eager roads will be waiting for the partner of sunshine !