Woman

What should one do when darkens the sky? When in the horizon enemies' sails arise? What should one do when there is a need To fool the approaching death, to do a hero's deed? We rule the Seven Seas Swords high for our Queen Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory What should one do when the answer's not there On the highest mountain, or the deepest sea bed What should one do if not fully alive Face looming death with a grin and the nectar of courage We rule the Seven Seas Swords high for our Queen Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory We rule the Seven Seas Swords high for our Queen Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory Shout for what we live Rum, women, victory