Adiós al Séptimo de Línea

Farewell to the regiment that is leaving
Farewell, farewell, farewell

The Seventh Line
Departed in correct formation
And at the front, and with pride
Its flag was waving

Valiant regiment
The time has come to say goodbye
That marked the heroic path
Of our glory and honor

And to the vibrant sound of bugles
The brave troop marches seeking glory
Legion of brave knights
Walks forged in steel of the best temper (best)
The drums beat
Of the regiment that is leaving
In its sound the rhythm is heard
Of our own, (own) heart

(Voices in Four Quarters)

With steady step we will march
The weapon in the arm that will come into action
Without rest, until achieving
Honoring the flag with victory

(To the rough front we will depart
That far away announced the cannon
With its thunderous roar
It fills us with warrior decision)

Those who left will return without being the same
Some who died will be missing
The homeland will honor all of them
Forever, forever their memory will keep
The souls of the heroes will return
To swear again to their flag
They will form the most warrior ranks
In a gallant tricolor cloud
Those who left will return without being the same
Some who died will be missing
The homeland will honor all of them
Forever, forever their memory will keep

Farewell to the regiment that is leaving
Farewell, farewell, farewell