Deus Fratresque Gallaecia
Suso Vaamonde
God and Brothers of Galicia
Awake, Celtic kin, rise up now
From the mud of slavery, stand tall
Homeland of the soul, your free songs
Fill the world from north to south.
From the rugged coasts, from the end of the earth
To the golden banks of the Sil,
The winds roar with fight and death
Against the tyrants of my land.
From my past, blessed land,
Holy mother of my own.
Break the chains that bind you
And wear the crown of freedom.
Sing, Galicians, the giant anthem
Of free peoples, of great nations
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.
Awake, Celtic kin, rise up now
From the mud of slavery, stand tall
Homeland of the soul, your free songs
Fill the world from north to south.
Sing, Galicians, the giant anthem
Of free peoples, of great nations
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.
