El Sargento de Ayacucho

With the forehead labeled by glorious scars
That marked the path from Maipú to Junín
Slowly descended the mountains of Mendoza
The heroic grenadiers of José de San Martín
A sergeant of the homeland took a beautiful Creole
And squaring up to her, he gave her a rose
It's the flower of battles; the rosebush of victories
The courage of my race conquered a world

Upon returning; Upon returning to the old homeland
Consecrated by glory, a sergeant of the homeland
Directed his Gaucho cart towards his beloved's ranch

He dismounted; He dismounted from his horse
Comrades of victory in the battlefields
Who were brothers in empathy in the jungle and mountains

'I bring you this rose from the Peruvian lands
From the fields of Ayacucho to your destined braid'
So said the sergeant to his Cuyana

She was; She was one of the Cuyanas
Who in the lands of Mendoza
Gave everything for the homeland
And raised their flag
With dreams and hope

And upon returning; Upon returning, the grenadiers
The women as always
Were glories of the race
Proud of their courage
And their American lineage

'I bring you this rose from the Peruvian lands
From the fields of Ayacucho to your destined braid'
So said the sergeant to his Cuyana