Guatemala

[Coro] Feliz Guatemala...! Que teus altares Jamais sejam profanados pelo carrasco; Que não haja escravos que se curvem ao jugo Nem tiranos que cuspam em teu rosto. Se amanhã teu solo sagrado For ameaçado por invasão estrangeira, Teu belo pavilhão livre ao vento Vencerá ou morrerá pela pátria. Tua bela bandeira ondula ao vento, Desafiando a morte com orgulho; Que teus filhos se ergam para defendê-la, Pois nela encontram amor e esperança. [Coro]

[Chorus] Happy Guatemala...! May your altars Never be profaned by the executioner; May there be no slaves who bow to the yoke Nor tyrants who spit in your face. If tomorrow your sacred soil Is threatened by foreign invasion, Your beautiful flag, free in the wind, Will call to victory or death. [Chorus] From your old and heavy chains You forged with wrathful hand The plough that makes the soil fertile And the sword that saves your honor. Our fathers fought one day, Ignited with patriotic fervor, And achieved, without bloody clash, To place you upon a throne of love. [Chorus] And achieved, without bloody clash, To place you upon a throne of love, For in an energetic patriotic voice They gave life to the redeeming ideal. Your banner is a piece of sky On which a cloud imprints its whiteness, And, woe to him who in blind madness Should try to stain its colors! [Chorus] For your valiant and proud children, Who venerate peace as a treasure, Never shrink from the harsh battle When defending their land and their home. Nor does ambitious greed exploit them, Nor does the executioner serve the tyrant; They long only with fervent desire For freedom, freedom in their quest. [Chorus] Reclined upon the proud Andes, To the sonorous sound of two seas, Beneath the wing of scarlet and gold You slumber, beautiful quetzal. Indian bird that lives on your shield, Sheltered in your rich mountains, With its wings it covers and defends you And protects your fertile soil.