Fuxan os ventos

We want to sing,
we want to shout,
with the strength of faith,
that our Galicia,
is still standing.

The winds blow
of the prophets,
of the bondsmen,
of old times;
Gone are the memories,
cold nights
that unravel
the times of today!
Let the men come
upright and strong,
with clean eyes
hardworking,
that together they spread
without hesitation,
the development
of our home.
Look forward
always without fear
boys and girls
young and old
Entire Galicia
that here represents
this gathering of Mondoñedo.

Even if the fields cry,
in their orphanhood,
the old may die alone
drowning in sorrows;
even if the bagpipe doesn't sound
at the pilgrimages,
young men and women flee
to foreign lands.
In the depths of the soul
of our people,
beats the strength of a new world.
That's why we want to sing...
CHORUS: The winds blow...

RECITATION:
With work, gathering and faith
with schools, reading, meadows and the sea
we will burn dead sorrows to the end
next to this hope
that already shines in this land: We will fight.
That's why we want to sing...
FINAL CHORUS: The winds blow...