San Martín

San Martin, sower of freedoms
Promoter of our great continent
Defender of most holy ideals
That was our bravest

The ringing of the bells can still be heard
That Fray Luis Beltrán, from Cuyo, melted
Showing loyalty to his brothers

He left the feather duster and, in the immense mountain range
He crossed the paramillos through Uspallata and Picheuta
The Condor of the Cuyoans was the illustrious American

The surprise that was the striped field
He bravely freed himself from the threshing floors
Who fought in the immortal fields
And he saved our flag in Maipú

Saint Martin, may your name be eternal
How eternal are the Andean snows
You are the great protector of my Argentina

He left the feather duster and, in the immense mountain range
He crossed the paramillos through Uspallata and Picheuta
The Condor of the Cuyoans was the illustrious American