Tierra De Artigas

Uruguay is my land,
White and blue petal,
Of this always alive rose
That is South America

Come tyrants,
Come on,
Our blood
Will strike you.

Even if in my beloved land
Not everything goes very well
I'm not leaving this land
Where I always stand.

The land of old Artigas
Even if I have to suffer
Knows how to draw rebellion
From its own adversity.