Smoke of waterloo scattering dreams and hopes
My crown of empire is turning to crown of thorns
They can take my home, nation that I belong
But they never break my will of steel
Blessed will be nation of liberty
I devoted myself to your fame
Triumph of heroes and glory of steel
Will forever hold sacred my name
Through europe I passed leading the march of armies
Force of bayonets crushed and erased the orders
From africa's bounds to woods and fields of russia
I brought the new world and freedom's breath
I will spend my days on distant land, forgotten
There will end my path, there I'll become immortal
Years will pass away; history's page will turn
Words written by fate will never burn
"Even when I am gone, I shall remain in people's minds
The star of their rights, my name will be the war cry
Of their efforts, the motto of their hopes."