Somos Argentinos
Los Manseros Santiagueños
We Are Americans
There's an Argentine brother from Buenos Aires
Within your country, another country
And just like you, its men are Argentine
And they want to see this nation great.
That country has the plowed chest
And its hands are a love song
There are very few teachers and doctors there
There's brother and that flood.
That country on your table is your wheat and your wine
And it's the blanket with which you cover your children, my children
Brother, take my hand and let's go towards it, let's go
If we are grateful, if we are Americans.
That country awaits you for the embrace
And loves the flag that you love
And I saw them sing your same anthem with fervor
And they want to see this nation great.
