Himno a Galicia

Oh wake up, beloved Galicia,
From that dream in which you are immersed,
Of your rich future, the dawn,
By the sky, it is seen
Already singing, your children call you,
And with arms outstretched, they stretch
Coveting what they desire,
And a kiss from the mother's lips.

From that fortunate land torn by the hand of my dark destiny
Even dreaming, I imagine crossing those smiling fields.
And running through the orchards and meadows
Where my childhood happily passed,
Breathing the gentle fragrance of jasmine, caravel, orange blossom.

I think of seeing those serene estuaries foaming with sailboats,
And hearing enchanting songs that nowhere else are so sweet,
I still believe I can hear the larks singing in the air,
As the sun paints the clouds yellow, with fire and crimson.

I dreamt of seeing on the peak of Pindo,
Adorned with myrtle and laurels,
Writers, poets, warriors,
Who smilingly shook hands.
They were the dearest children,
Who increased the glory of the homeland,
Their names in the annals of history,
Will be engraved in diamonds.

I woke up, beloved Galicia, and tears rained from my eyes,
Who could drink from your waters and breathe your happy air.
Far from you, dear little heart, I am dying of bitterness,
Like the fruit that is already ripe and the wind has blown among the brambles.

I envy the free swallow that arrives there every May,
I envy the clouds and lightning that the southeast took to that land.
In the various countries I may go, you will be my sweet memory,
I wouldn't even want to enter glory without first passing through there.

Without first passing through there, without first passing through there.