Buenos Dias Argentina

Good Morning Argentina!
It was long, my way to you!
But now I wave my hat:
Good morning, I'm here!

Good Morning Buenos Aires!
When the red sun glows,
from afar the La Plata rushes
and sings a song with me:

Good Morning Argentina!
Good day, you foreign land!
Good Morning Argentina!
Let's shake hands!

Good Morning Argentina!
That's my melody!
And it should unite us two
with the bond of harmony.

Good morning, you guitars!
When the evening descends,
you should softly tell me
how the song of the Pampas sounds:

Good morning, Senorita!
And when you're with me,
time here will be like a dream,
that you never forget!

Good Morning Argentina!
Good day, you foreign land!
Good Morning Argentina!
Let's shake hands!

Good Morning Argentina!
That's my melody!
And it should unite us two,
with the bond of harmony.