Argentina Que Canta

(Zamba)

The noble root of song
To name the Homeland
Let no one harm his name
Nor spill its sap

In every corner of the air
In every corner of the soul
You could say it's glory
For the whole race

Under the blue and white sky
His flag was born to fly
And with a cry in the wind
Her independence flares

They wave in the wheat fields
With his heroic deeds
The children who gave him everything
From his blood to the Homeland

A river of verses runs
Inside the guitars
A furrow of peace in the land
Argentina that sings