35 stainless steel tubes cross borders

Towards the sun of the Near East,

How many moments of solidarity it took

To give form to the giant cylinders!

 

And sometimes the workshop echoes in silence.

When life moves away towards Saint Martin.

Emulation arises from an immense challenge,

That one feels even in the most restricted areas.

 

Chorus:

The arrow of time that accelerates

Towards the ultimate target

Makes me so proud

Our team.

The unique energy that unfolds

In the thundering sky

Wake up the Torringtons.

Fifty stainless steel tubes in the cluttered space

They will join the sea spray of Bristol,

In the adventures that lead to the UK

The team spirit finds its compass again.

 

In the factory, a ballet of autonomous silhouettes

New approaches are being considered.

We develop ideas and then sum them up

Like glass beads adhering to coaxs.

 

Chorus:

The arrow of time that accelerates

Towards the ultimate target

Makes me so proud

Our team.

The unique energy that unfolds

In the thundering sky

Wake up the Torringtons.

The pioneers who are busy at work in Saint Martin,

Where the canvas smooths the steel,

They perceive a new building in the distance

Much bigger, much clearer…

 

Chorus:

The arrow of time that accelerates

Towards the ultimate target

Makes me so proud

Our team.

The unique energy that unfolds

In the thundering sky

Wake up the Torringtons.