El Santo de La Espada (feat. Julio Martel)

The granddaughter was crying
In the arms of her grandfather
Tenderly she said
I don't know what to play with
Then the old man
Bringing some medals
Told her to play, daughter
And stop crying

And there on his chest
He placed them all
The granddaughter ran
Showing them off happily

The glory of something serves
Said that old man
That old man who was
José de San Martin

He squinted his eyes
And saw with great longing
Fighting in San Lorenzo
Chacabuco and Maipú
The snow of the Andes
Whitening his hair
And beyond the free ones
From Chile and Peru

A rebellious tear
Ran down his cheeks
With trembling steps
He approached a chest
Unwrapped an old flag
Blue and white
He caressed it a thousand times
And kissed it a lot

That was the brave one
Indomitable warrior
Lover of children
Silk-hearted
Steel in battles
He risked it all
Gave everything for his homeland
And asked for nothing

The history that is foreign
To all passions
With raised letters
He knew how to write
The father of the homeland
Of this great Argentina
He was the saint of the sword
José de San Martin