Brigadierii [English translation]

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

From Salva to Vişeu,

the man tames the iron,

The pickaxe beats hard,

Thought for the proud lady from the porch, oh-oh!

From Salva to Viseu.

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

From Salva to Vişeu,

the man, the mountain and the sky

meet in the narrow path

Thought for the kids in the porch

From Salva to Vişeu.

We are the workers passing by whistling

Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.

We are the workers passing by whistling

Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.

From Salva to Vişeu,

the train has its way

and I always see my father

thought for the kids in the porch, oh-ho

Pass from Salva to Vişeu

We are the workers passing by whistling

Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.

We are the workers passing by whistling

Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.

• Artist:Cargo