Guardian mothers of your people,
thank you for the rekindled faith,
for the cloud of glory,
for the hope, your fairy gift.
You are our smile
we need it so much,
aching people that we are,
people of burning dreams,
of angers turned into tears.
You carry us on your frail shoulders
all the way up to the stars in the sky.
Today you are the queens of the world
and we will carry you in our memory
as strong glowing embers for the days that are black,
and as kernels of corn for the days of hunger.