Patria Mía (part. Alberto Podestá)

May the angels from the sky
Sing choruses with their reveilles
And may the bells laugh
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 nights are dreamy
Like a country moon
Your stars
Like lamps of love

And in the most flowery gate
Of your Argentine plains
I leave my soul
Santos Vega, the troubadour

My homeland
God save you
You are a cowgirl who tames
The times
On horses
With manes in the wind
That gallop freer
Than the bird

My homeland
God save you
In the arms of the being
I love the most
Today I raise my nest
Of ovenbird
In the immortal shade
Of your ombú
While my chest proudly shouts
For my Argentine people's health