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Argentina, Himno Nacional de - Marcha Patriótica (versión completa) (English translation)

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Argentina, Himno Nacional de - Marcha Patriótica (versión completa)

Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
 
¡Oíd, mortales!, el grito sagrado:
¡libertad!, ¡libertad!, ¡libertad!
Oíd el ruido de rotas cadenas
ved en trono a la noble igualdad.
Se levanta a la faz de la Tierra
una nueva y gloriosa Nación
coronada su sien de laureles
y a sus plantas rendido un león.
 
De los nuevos campeones los rostros
Marte mismo parece animar
la grandeza se anida en sus pechos
a su marcha todo hacen temblar.
Se conmueven del Inca las tumbas
y en sus huesos revive el ardor
lo que ve renovando a sus hijos
de la Patria el antiguo esplendor.
 
Pero sierras y muros se sienten
retumbar con horrible fragor
todo el país se conturba por gritos
de venganza, de guerra y furor.
En los fieros tiranos la envidia
escupió su pestífera hiel.
Su estandarte sangriento levantan
provocando a la lid más cruel.
 
¿No los veis sobre Méjico y Quito
arrojarse con saña tenaz,
y cuál lloran bañados en sangre
Potosí, Cochabamba y La Paz?
¿No los veis sobre el triste Caracas
luto y llanto y muerte esparcir?
¿No los veis devorando cual fieras
todo pueblo que logran rendir?
 
A vosotros se atreve, argentinos
el orgullo del vil invasor.
Vuestros campos ya pisa contando
tantas glorias hollar vencedor.
Mas los bravos que unidos juraron
su feliz libertad sostener,
a estos tigres sedientos de sangre
fuertes pechos sabrán oponer.
 
El valiente argentino a las armas
corre ardiendo con brío y valor,
el clarín de la guerra, cual trueno,
en los campos del Sud resonó.
Buenos Aires se pone a la frente
de los pueblos de la ínclita Unión,
y con brazos robustos desgarran
al ibérico altivo león.
 
San José, San Lorenzo, Suipacha.
Ambas Piedras, Salta y Tucumán,
la colonia y las mismas murallas
del tirano en la Banda Oriental,
son letreros eternos que dicen:
aquí el brazo argentino triunfó,
aquí el fiero opresor de la Patria
su cerviz orgullosa dobló.
 
La victoria al guerrero argentino
con sus alas brillantes cubrió,
y azorado a su vista el tirano
con infamia a la fuga se dio;
sus banderas, sus armas se rinden
por trofeos a la Libertad,
y sobre alas de gloria alza el Pueblo
trono digno a su gran Majestad.
 
Desde un polo hasta el otro resuena
de la fama el sonoro clarín,
y de América el nombre enseñando
les repite: ¡Mortales, oíd!
¡Ya su trono dignísimo abrieron
las Provincias Unidas del Sud!
Y los libres del mundo responden:
¡Al gran Pueblo Argentino, salud!
 
Submitted by Oiseau MoucheOiseau Mouche on Sun, 27/01/2019 - 04:33
Last edited by MichaelNaMichaelNa on Mon, 19/10/2020 - 18:58
Submitter's comments:

Argentina, officially named the Argentine Republic, is a country located mostly in the southern half of South America. Sharing the bulk of the Southern Cone with Chile to the west, the country is also bordered by Bolivia and Paraguay to the north, Brazil to the northeast, Uruguay and the South Atlantic Ocean to the east, and the Drake Passage to the south. With a mainland area of 2,780,400 km2 (1,073,500 sq mi), Argentina is the eighth-largest country in the world, the fourth largest in the Americas, and the largest Spanish-speaking nation. The sovereign state is subdivided into twenty-three provinces and one autonomous city , Buenos Aires, which is the federal capital of the nation as decided by Congress. The provinces and the capital have their own constitutions, but exist under a federal system. Argentina claims sovereignty over part of Antarctica, the Falkland Islands , and South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands.

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Argentina National Anthem

May the laurels be eternal,
the ones we managed to win
Let us live crowned with glory
or swear to die gloriously
 
Mortals! Hear the sacred cry:
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Hear the noise of broken chains,
see noble Equality enthroned.
Rises to the heights of the Earth
a new and glorious nation,
its head crowned with laurels,
and at her feet lying a Lion.
 
From the new Champions their faces
Mars himself seems to encourage
Greatness nestles in their bodies:
at their march they make everything tremble.
The dead Inca are shaken,
and in their bones the ardour revives
which renews their children
of the Motherland the ancient splendour.
 
Mountain ranges and walls are felt
to resound with horrible din:
the whole country is disturbed by cries
of revenge, of war and rage.
In the fiery tyrants the envy
spit the pestipherous bile;
their bloody standard they rise
provoking the most cruel combat.
 
Don't you see them over Mexico and Quito
throwing themselves with tenacious viciousness?
And who they cry, bathed in blood,
Potosí, Cochabamba and La Paz?
Don't you see them over sad Caracas
spreading mourning and weeping and death?
Don't you see them devouring as wild animals
all people who surrender to them?
 
To you it dares, Argentines,
the pride of the vile invader;
your fields it steps on, retelling
so many glories as winner.
But the brave ones, that united swore
their merry freedom to sustain,
to those blood-thirsty tigers
bold breasts they will know to oppose.
 
The valiant Argentine to arms
runs burning with determination and bravery,
the war bugler, as thunder,
in the fields of the South resounds.
Buenos Ayres opposes, leading
the people of the illustrious Union,
and with robust arms they tear
the arrogant Iberian lion.
 
San José, San Lorenzo, Suipacha,
both Piedras, Salta and Tucumán,
La Colonia and the same walls
of the tyrant in the Banda Oriental.
They are eternal signboards they say:
here the Argentine arm found triumph,
here the fierce oppressor of the Motherland
his proud neck bent.
 
Victory to the Argentine warrior
covered with its brilliant wings,
and embarrassed at this view the tyrant
with infamy took to flight.
Its flags, its arms surrender
as trophies to freedom,
and above wings of glory the people rise
the worthy throne of their great majesty.
 
From one pole to the other resounds
the fame of the sonorous bugler,
and of America the name showing
they repeat "Mortals, hear:
The United Provinces of the South
have now displayed their most honorable throne".
And the free people of the world reply:
"We salute the great people of Argentina!"
 
Thanks!
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