Sin Miedo Pueblo

Traveling through the towns where they whisper in a low voice
With more courage than fear if they keep singing our polka
I tell you, my friend, that this song is missing
A requinto that sounds and shines like Juan Cancio's

I am that traveler who shouts and sings
I am the guitar player who, galloping, keeps strumming
Oh, heroic land of beautiful people, oh, what a beautiful race
Come sing with me under this tree like the cicada

Your flag waving in every school
I sing to you, hey Camba, pray jajai
Oh, my Asuncion, I only ask you not to be jealous
Your memories are fading away from me

I don't know, my brother, why you don't play that guitar
Nestor is waiting for us here, arriving like a knight
And let the new cry of the pure race resound to the four winds
Purahei pyahu that we steal today from the gods of the sky

I am that traveler who shouts and sings
I am the guitar player who, galloping, keeps strumming
Oh, heroic land of beautiful people, oh, what a beautiful race
Come sing with me under this tree like the cicada

Your flag waving in every school
I sing to you, hey Camba, pray jajai
Oh, my Asuncion, I only ask you not to be jealous
Your memories are fading away from me