Hipólito Yrigoyen

Yrigoyen, president, Argentina calls for you
The voice of the people calls you and you must not refuse
He needs your protection, tough criollo of quebracho
Always standing strong in the radical field

From the suburbs to the pavement, a thousand voices cry and weep
All souls adore you and want to see you happy
Old, simple, and brave, shelter for the poor
I bet my whole life: You will be the glory of the country

You always lent a hand, ready for sacrifice
No one asked you for a service that you would deny
Out of pure generosity and showing so much zeal
Your only comfort was having something to give

Tomorrow when the triumphant reveilles sound in the ballot boxes
And the radical votes, the other lists, overwhelm
With the flags held high and the banners raised
They will shout everywhere: Long live Hipólito Yrigoyen!