A los pueblos de América, infausto,
Tres centurias un cetro oprimió,
Mas un día soberbia surgiendo,
¡Basta!... dijo, y el cetro rompió.
Nuestros padres, lidiando grandiosos,
Ilustraron su gloria marcial;
Y trozada la augusta diadema,
Enalzaron el gorro triunfal.
[Coro]
Paraguayos, ¡República o Muerte!
Nuestro brío nos dio libertad;
Ni opresores, ni siervos alientan,
Donde reinan unión, e igualdad.
A los pueblos de América, infausto,
Tres centurias un cetro oprimió,
Mas un día soberbia surgiendo,
¡Basta!... dijo, y el cetro rompió.
Nuestros padres, lidiando grandiosos,
Ilustraron su gloria marcial;
Y trozada la augusta diadema,
Enalzaron el gorro triunfal.
[Coro]
Paraguayos, ¡República o Muerte!
Nuestro brío nos dio libertad;
Ni opresores, ni siervos alientan,
Donde reinan unión, e igualdad.
To the peoples of America, unfortunate,
Three centuries a scepter oppressed,
But one day, rising with pride,
Enough! it said, and broke the scepter.
Our fathers, fighting grandly,
Illustrated their martial glory;
And, the august diadem broken,
They raised the triumphal cap.
[Chorus]
Paraguayans, Republic or Death!
Our spirit gave us freedom;
Neither oppressors nor servants breathe
Where union and equality reign.
To the peoples of America, unfortunate,
Three centuries a scepter oppressed,
But one day, rising with pride,
Enough! it said, and broke the scepter.
Our fathers, fighting grandly,
Illustrated their martial glory;
And, the august diadem broken,
They raised the triumphal cap.
[Chorus]
Paraguayans, Republic or Death!
Our spirit gave us freedom;
Neither oppressors nor servants breathe
Where union and equality reign.
New world, Columbus discovers you,
And prostrate before you the entire globe,
Admiring your face, which is absorbed
In the pleasant vision of its Eden.
But Spain greedily seeks
To dominate this virgin forest,
Which other stronger peoples defend
And freer ones aspire to be.
[Chorus]
Three centuries you forge yourself in iron,
You grieve in a harsh prison;
Ceaselessly you heard those voices:
"Your days are those of oppression!"
Until one day the masses rose
And said to the world in one voice:
"We are free!" The echoes repeat;
"We are free!" The voice of man.
[Chorus]
From the tomb of vile feudalism
The fatherland deity rises free;
Oppressors, bend your knee;
Liberators, gird the laurel.
Paraguayans, what our fathers
With blood and sweat bequeathed us,
Do not let cunning tyrants
Snatch it from your power.
[Chorus]
