Acosta Ñu

There in my land, bordering the hill
Spreads the field of Acosta Ñu
Flourishing plain that in its silence
Recalls that Great War

Old trenches cross its valleys
Full of traditional glory
As in the seventies the shadows rise
Of those brave Paraguayans

I would like to sing to you about your heroic past
The great epic of a virile people
Piece of land the color of hope
Relic of Guarani glory and honor

Yukyry is sailing through your sleepy valley
It was the silent witness of your Kurusu
And in a hundred tenacious struggles, their cruel resistance
The heroes of your Acosta Ñu put forth

Breasts of steel and hearts
Stepped py'aguasu
And even the children of young blood
Gave themselves for Acosta Ñu

Children, elders, all fell
To the oath of dying before
Only one thing remained in its place
The heroic race of the Guarani

I would like to sing to you about your heroic past
The great epic of a virile people
Piece of land the color of hope
Relic of Guarani glory and honor

Yukyry is sailing through your sleepy valley
It was the silent witness of your Kurusu
And in a hundred tenacious struggles, their cruel resistance
The heroes of your Acosta Ñu