Patria mia

May the angels of heaven
chorus you with their bull's-eyes
and may the bells laugh for you!
For the song of that mother
that in the cradle rocks the soul,
For your glory, sweet Homeland, where I was born.
Are your dreamy nights
like a peasant moon,
your stars, like lamps of love...
And in the most flowery grille
of your Argentine pampas,
left his soul, Santos Vega, the payador.

My homeland! God save you!
You are criolla that tames the times,
on colts with manes in the wind,
that gallop freer than the bird.
My homeland! God save you!
In the arms of the one I love most,
today I raise my baker's nest,
in the immortal shade of your ombú,
while my proud chest cries out
For my Argentine people... Cheers!

In a ranch of two waters
on the banks of a stream,
there my loves pour out their song.
Among white butterflies
roses, tuberose and blossoms,
I kiss her from dawn to prayer.
Early in the morning
with its ray of the January sun
or the mooing of some wild bull...
And in my gabled ranch
I am happy under the eaves,
because in this homeland of mine... I have peace!