Once for John Bull spirit
To scatter all over the world and sleep forever
In the place where they were was
The greatest honor
For the seamen,
Consigning to a watery grave
Soldiers who died in battle fields must be able to sleep
Calmly in their maternal land
Now, for me
Wearing no color, being transparent and
Having neither harm nor effect to animals or human
No place to die is preferred
No grave is necessary