La Granadera

Ya se ve, Patria mía, en tu oriente
nuevo sol esparcir claridad;
ya podemos con voz reverente
pronunciar: Dios, Unión, Libertad.

Cambiarán ya tu vida y tu suerte
un solo hombre tus hijos serán;
ya entre ellos no habrá guerra o muerte
y dichosos tu bien labrarán.

Ya podrás alcanzar pura gloria,
de tus próceres sueño tenaz
y el laurel de tu espléndida historia
será signo de triunfo y de paz.

Salve, Patria, tu hermosa bandera
luce al viento del cielo el color;
a su sombra juramos doquiera
a vencer o morir por tu honor.

In your orient, it can be seen, oh motherland
a new sun that spreads a shining light;
So lets us all, in a reverent voice
proclaim: God, Union, Liberty.

Your life and fortune shall change
and all of your children shall be as one;
and there shall not be neither war nor death amongst them
and in happiness their prosperity they'll forge.

May you reach pure glory,
of your heroes' tenacious dream
and let the laurels of your splendid history
be a sign of triumph and peace.

Hail, your beautiful flag, oh Motherland
it flies in the winds as the colour of your sky;
and under your shadow we solemnly swear
to prevail or die for your honor anywhere.