Paysandú

When peace was signed
Historians say
That it was done without losers
Nor winners either

But there was indeed a loser
Although it was only the homeland
And an evil that affects everyone
Because it's common, it no longer harms

To obtain favors
The meritorious Cipayos
Gifted half of the territory
To Brazil!

But it was necessary to ensure
Having them as friends
They might soon need
To be helped again

And so in sixty-three
Once again up to no good
Under the double blasphemy
Of invoking God and Country

They surrounded the square
They are already bombing us
The Brazilians arrived
Venancio has brought them
They came up the river
The ships are cannoning us
And on land they surround us
Colorados and bayanos

The general stands firm
And with him, all the riffraff
We lack everything
But we have plenty of courage
We will stand tall
As long as we have breath

And they will sweat a while
Before they go for the kill

The days were passing
The houses were falling
And that thunder of cannons
And that rain of shrapnel

And the people who don't sleep
And the scarce ammunition
And death that doesn't come
And life, and life
That doesn't pass

Paysandú has surrendered
Not a whole wall remains
Paysandú has surrendered
And the Brazilians entered

The bodies can no longer
Bear the weight of the souls
And courage trembles
Seeing the white flag

The General surrendered
To save the whole town
The General surrendered
But not to the Brazilians

True to his feelings
Firm in his ideals
He will trust his brothers
He surrendered to the Uruguayans

And the firing squad is forming
And the drums beat louder
And the rifles aim
Aim at Leandro Gómez
And the shots ring out
And a piece of the homeland dies
And blood is shed
And it's the color, it's the color
Of infamy

That's how Leandro Gómez fell
The brave Lucas Piriz
Azambuya, Emilio Raña
And Captain Benavides

The dead of Paysandú
Keep the flame alive
For all those who seek
A sovereign homeland
Independence or death!

This brave one
Joined
The list of the dead
For freedom
Cursed be the traitors!
Cursed be their memory!
Cursed be the blasphemers of history!

May a bad fate strike them
In the middle
Cursed be the sold-out
To the empire