There was a flow of milk,
Tears flowed,
In the black veins of South Africa,
We had arrived at the Monastery in uniform,
Boers have been hot feeding.

We were facing a backdrop of our country,
Those flowers will be thanked for the Struggle,
They are praised for the dew,
Make ready for the future lest you blossom,
Today we shining and happy with the masters,
Which we carried...