Purahéi Pyahu

Wake up amidst the nostalgia that burns brightly
Naming your fiery land, beautiful Paraguay
Where the fragrant flowers were left behind
Under the hope of that sky today

I will sow my dreams, my sacred land
I will sow my dawn, the flowers of my heart
With the strength of our ancestors' wisdom
The sun rises, the land sings and dances

And the scent of your generous and rural land
Will grow in the morning of a new dawn
The hope of your hardworking people shines
That's why new things grow in your sky, nostalgic dawn

I will sow my dreams, my sacred land
I will sow my dawn, the flowers of my heart
With the strength of our ancestors' wisdom
The sun rises, the land sings and dances

And the scent of your generous and rural land
Will grow in the morning of a new dawn
The hope of your hardworking people shines
That's why new things grow in your sky, nostalgic dawn
That's why new things grow in your sky, nostalgic dawn