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Key Facts
1.In 1990, rock musician Charly García released his own rock version of the anthem on the album 'Filosofía barata y zapatos de goma'. A complaint denounced it as disrespectful, and the album's release was delayed until the courts authorised the version.
2.The anthem opens with a long, elaborate instrumental introduction that mixes fanfare-like and songlike motifs; musicologist Carol A. Hess likens it to the kind of introduction heard in an opera.
3.May 11, the date of the anthem's adoption, is celebrated annually in Argentina as 'Día del Himno Nacional Argentino' (National Anthem Day).
Argentina National Anthem Lyrics
Since 1900, only the first and last quatrains and the chorus are sung officially
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Oíd, Mortales, el grito sagrado:
¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad!
¡Oíd el ruido de rotas cadenas:
ved en trono a la noble Igualdad!
Ya su trono dignísimo abrieron
las Provincias Unidas del Sud
y los libres del mundo responden:
¡Al gran Pueblo Argentino salud!
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos
o juremos con gloria morir.
¡Oíd, mortales!, el grito sagrado:
¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad!
Oíd el ruido de rotas cadenas;
ved en trono a la noble igualdad.
Se levanta a la faz de la Tierra
una nueva y gloriosa Nación;
coronada su sien de laureles
y a su planta rendido un león.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
De los nuevos campeones los rostros
Marte mismo parece animar;
la grandeza se anida en sus pechos,
a su marcha todo hacen temblar.
Se conmueven del Inca las tumbas
y en sus huesos revive el ardor,
lo que ve renovando a sus hijos
de la Patria el antiguo esplendor.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
Pero sierras y muros se sienten
retumbar con horrible fragor:
todo el país se conturba con gritos
de venganza, de guerra y furor.
En los fieros tiranos la envidia
escupió su pestífera hiel.
Su estandarte sangriento levantan
provocando a la lid más cruel.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
¿No los veis sobre Méjico y Quito
arrojarse con saña tenaz?
¿Y cuál lloran, bañados en sangre
Potosí, Cochabamba, y La Paz?
¿No los veis sobre el triste Caracas
luto y llanto y muerte esparcir?
¿No los veis devorando cual fieras
todo pueblo que logran rendir?
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
¡A vosotros se atreve, argentinos!
el orgullo del vil invasor.
Vuestros campos ya pisa contando
tantas glorias hollar vencedor.
Mas los bravos que unidos juraron
su feliz libertad sostener,
a esos tigres sedientos de sangre
fuertes pechos sabrán oponer.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
El valiente argentino a las armas
corre ardiendo con brío y valor,
el clarín de la guerra cual trueno
en los campos del Sud resonó.
Buenos Aires se pone a la frente
de los pueblos de la ínclita unión,
y con brazos robustos desgarran
al ibérico altivo león.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
San José, San Lorenzo, Suipacha,
ambas Piedras, Salta, y Tucumán,
la Colonia y las mismas murallas
del tirano en la Banda Oriental;
son letreros eternos que dicen:
aquí el brazo argentino triunfó,
aquí el fiero opresor de la Patria
su cerviz orgullosa dobló.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
La victoria al guerrero argentino
con sus alas brillantes cubrió,
y azorado a su vista el tirano
con infamia a la fuga se dio.
Sus banderas, sus armas se rinden
por trofeos a la libertad,
y sobre alas de gloria alza el pueblo
trono digno a su gran majestad.
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
Desde un polo hasta el otro resuena
de la fama el sonoro clarín,
y de América el nombre enseñado
les repite: ¡Mortales!, ¡oíd!
¡Ya su trono dignísimo abrieron
las Provincias Unidas del Sud!
Y los libres del mundo responden:
¡Al gran pueblo argentino, salud!
[Coro]
Sean eternos los laureles
que supimos conseguir:
coronados de gloria vivamos,
o juremos con gloria morir.
Hear, mortals!, the sacred cry:
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Hear the sound of broken chains;
See noble equality enthroned.
Now their most worthy throne have opened
the United Provinces of the South!
And the free peoples of the world reply:
To the great Argentine people, hail!
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
Hear, mortals!, the sacred cry:
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Hear the sound of broken chains;
See noble equality enthroned.
Rising to the face of the Earth
A new and glorious Nation;
Crowned with laurels on her brow
And at her feet a lion defeated.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
The faces of the new champions
seem animated by Mars himself;
greatness nests in their chests,
at their march they make all tremble.
The tombs of the Incas are stirred
and in their bones the fire revives,
seeing renewed in their children
the ancient splendor of the Fatherland.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
But mountains and walls are heard
rumbling with horrible clamor:
the entire country is shaken by cries
of vengeance, of war and fury.
In the fierce tyrants, envy
spat its pestilent bile.
They raise their bloody banner
provoking the cruelest fight.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
Do you not see them over Mexico and Quito
hurling themselves with relentless fury?
And how they weep, bathed in blood,
Potosí, Cochabamba and La Paz?
Do you not see them over sad Caracas
spreading mourning, weeping and death?
Do you not see them devouring like beasts
every people they manage to subdue?
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
It dares to come at you, Argentines,
the pride of the vile invader!
His feet already tread your fields
counting on trampling so many glories as a victor.
But the brave who united swore
to sustain their blessed freedom,
against those blood-thirsty tigers
shall set their strong chests.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
The valiant Argentine rushes to arms
burning with spirit and valor,
the war bugle like thunder
resounded across the fields of the South.
Buenos Aires takes the lead
of the peoples of the illustrious union,
and with mighty arms they tear apart
the haughty Iberian lion.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
San José, San Lorenzo, Suipacha,
both Piedras, Salta and Tucumán,
Colonia and the very walls
of the tyrant in the Eastern Shore;
they are eternal inscriptions that read:
here the Argentine arm triumphed,
here the fierce oppressor of the Fatherland
bowed his proud neck.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
Victory covered the Argentine warrior
with her brilliant wings,
and, dismayed at her sight, the tyrant
fled in disgrace.
Their flags, their arms surrender
as trophies to freedom,
and on wings of glory the people raise
a worthy throne to its great majesty.
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
From pole to pole resounds
the sonorous bugle of fame,
and teaching the name of America
it repeats: Mortals!, hear!
Now their most worthy throne have opened
the United Provinces of the South!
And the free peoples of the world reply:
To the great Argentine people, hail!
[Chorus]
May the laurels be eternal
that we knew how to win:
crowned in glory let us live,
or let us swear to die with glory.
Translations are non-official and intended to convey meaning, not replace originals
Analysis
Editorial
Written by Vicente López y Planes with music by Blas Parera, the anthem was adopted on May 11, 1813, three years before Argentina declared its independence from Spain. In 1900, a decree ruled that only the first and last quatrains and the chorus be sung at official events and in state schools, leaving aside verses hostile to Spain out of respect for the thousands of Spaniards living in Argentina; the full text itself was not altered.
