From morning walks
To late night conversations,
The running time, under their feet,
Slows down as their voices still bring in
A living hope and a brighter sight
Of what may still remain of our band's life dream.
We raise our glass, rise and shine to sing
The hymn to our cherished brothers of the Santos bay,
Our faith in the golden sons of Jerez southern Spain.
'Cause One Day, One day, the men of reason hit us on their way. And what else to say?
When the season is changing, we're proud to be nothing.
The standards are down, we're no mutt running nowhere!
