Choir
Laurels be eternal
who knew how to win:
Live crowned with glory
Or swear to die gloriously.
Hear ye mortals! the sacred cry:
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Hear the noise of broken chains
See in noble Equality enthroned.
Rises to the face of the earth
A new and glorious nation:
Its head crowned with laurels
And her feet lying a Lion.
Choir
Of the new faces champions
Mars himself seems to animate;
Greatness lies at her breasts,
In their march they make everything tremble.
It was moved by the Inca tombs
And in their bones revive the ardor
What you see their children renewed
The country 's former glory.
Choir
Mountain ranges and walls are felt
Resound with horrible din:
The whole country is disturbed by shouts
for revenge, war and anger.
In the fierce tyrant envy
Pestipherous bile spat
Raise their bloody standard
Causing the lid more cruel.
Choir
Did not see on Mexico and Quito
Throwing viciously stubborn?
And what bathed in blood cry
Potosi, Cochabamba and La Paz?
Did not see on the sad Caracas
Grief and sorrow and death spread?
Can not you see them as wild animals devouring
all people who surrender?
Choir
A Argentinos dare you!
The pride of the vile invader
Your fields and counting steps
So many glories as winner.
But the brave who swore together
Its happy freedom to sustain.
To those bloodthirsty tigers
Heavy breasts will know to oppose.
Choir
The plucky Argentine arms
Run burning with determination and courage
The clarion of war as thunder
In the fields of South resounds;
Buenos Aires gets to the front
Of the people of the illustrious Union
And with robust arms they tear
Leo the Iberian arrogant.
Choir
San Jose, San Lorenzo, Suipacha,
Both Piedras, Salta and Tucumán,
The Colonia and the very walls
The tyrant in the Banda Oriental;
They are eternal signs that say:
"Here the Argentinian arm triumphed."
"Here the fierce oppressor of his country
His proud neck bent. "
Choir
The Argentine warrior victory
With its bright wings covered,
And terrified to view the tyrant
With infamy on the run occurred;
Their flags, their arms surrender
Freedom for trophies.
And on wings of glory the people rise
Worthy throne of great majesty.
Choir
From one pole to the other rings
The fame of the trumpet sound.
And in America the name taught
We repeated deadly! Hear:
Since their worthy throne
United Provinces of the South!
And the free peoples of the world reply
Al Gran Pueblo Argentino, Salud!
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