La Patria

The country is love
It's bliss, it's home
The altar is of affection
It's comfort in pain

It's the holiest darling
What is most adored
For her, the old man cries
For her, the child smiles

For her, the chest sighs
For her, the soul is restless
For her, the poet has
So much sweetness in his lyre

The eyes are fixed on her
In joy or sadness
For her, the mother prays
When praying for your children

Homeland
It is the torrent, it is the sea
It's a stream, it's a lagoon
It is our tomb and cradle
Our mother and our home

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

It is the green and pleasant soil
Planted with beautiful flowers
It's that world of stars
That shine in the sky

It is the nightingale that sings
It's the dove that chirps
It's the dying day
And the star that rises

Homeland
It is the torrent, it is the sea
It's a stream, it's a lagoon
It is our tomb and cradle
Our mother and our home

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

Homeland
It's the giant palm tree
It's the moss of the crack
It is the bluish violet
It is the fragrant lily

Homeland
It is the Sun that illuminates us
The air that refreshes us
It's the grotesque cabin
And the reach that dazzles

Homeland