Para Mi Pueblo Argentino

Little stream that descends the hill
And runs crystal clear
Give a bit of freshness
To my Argentine people
Little star that rises at dawn
Illuminating the paths
Give a bit of that light
To my Argentine people
Small lagoon of calm waters
Where the sky is peacefully observed
Lend a little bit of the calm
That my Argentine people lack
Patient little oven builder
Who joyfully builds your nest
May the example remain a little
For us, the Argentine people
Blonde wheat spike that dances
When the wind sways with you
I only ask that the bread from your womb
Be shared among the Argentine people
Mother land of all America
That gives your best to your destiny
Give to the man who doesn't deserve you
His conscience as a good Argentine
Little stream that descends the hill
And runs crystal clear
Give a bit of freshness
To my Argentine people
Little star that rises at dawn
Illuminating the paths
Give a bit of that light
To my Argentine people
Blonde wheat spike that dances
When the wind sways with you
I only ask that the bread from your womb
Be shared among the Argentine people.