Patria mía
Héctor Marcó
My Homeland
May the angels of heaven
sing in chorus with their reveilles
and may the bells ring for you!
For the song of that mother
who rocks the soul in the cradle,
for your glory, sweet Homeland, where I was born.
Your dreamy nights are
like a rural moon,
your stars, like lamps of love...
And on the most flowery gate
of your Argentine plains,
Santos Vega, the troubadour, left his soul.
My Homeland! God save you!
You are a country girl who tames the times,
riding on horses with manes in the wind,
that gallop freer than the bird.
My Homeland! God save you!
In the arms of the one I love the most,
today I build my ovenbird nest,
in the immortal shade of your ombú tree,
while my proud heart shouts
For my Argentine people... Cheers!
In a two-water ranch,
by the edge of a stream,
there my loves pour out their song.
Among white butterflies,
roses, tuberoses, and buds,
I kiss her from dawn till prayer.
Early, the January sun
or the bellow of a wild bull
wakes us up with its ray...
And in my two-water ranch,
I am happy under the eaves,
because in this Homeland of mine... I have peace!
