Oh, look at this little village!
Five hundred of you, here, full of damage,
Full of bruises, scars, tired muscles!
All because of life; how it hustles.
All of you, five hundred, are thousands –
In one single encephalon;
Please, receive my admiration.
We are humans, weak and strong,
To each other we belong;
So, I want to thank you, five thousand,
For every of your precious moment.