Spanish

— Coro —

Gloria al héroe inmortal que destaca

Su bizarra figura de la historia

Del cenit a la negra Carraca

Como pródiga fuente de gloria.

 

— I —

Cruza el suelo infecundo

Donde fuerzas arteras

Arrebatan al mundo

Su don de libertad;

No respeta fronteras

En los pueblos que gimen;

Ante el odio y el crimen

Su deber es luchar.

 

 

— II —

Si España le fulmina

detrás de sus altares

Inglaterra ilumina

Su sendero inmortal;

Desprecia de los zares

La codicia ofrenda

Porque falta a su tienda

La dulce libertad.

 

 

— III —

Francia le abre sus brazos

Despedazado el pecho,

Porque a duros zarpazos

Un trono derrumbó;

Y el humano derecho

Al erguirse triunfante

Vio el esfuerzo pujante

De Miranda en acción.

 

 

English

— Chorus —

Glory to the inmortal hero that makes stand out

His bizarre figure from the history

Of the zenith in the dark Carraca

As a prodigal source of glory.

— I —

Crosses the sterile soil

Where cunning forces

Take away from the world

Its gift of liberty;

He doesn't respect frontiers

In the moaning towns;

Towards hate and crime

His duty is to fight.

(Chorus)

— II —

If Spain fulminates him

Behind its altars

England illuminates

His immortal path;

Rejects from the tzars

The greed offer

Because his tent is missing

The sweet liberty.

(Chorus)

— III —

France opens its arms for him

Shattered his chest,

Because against hard lashes

A throne demolished;

And the upright human

When erected triumphant

Saw the struggling effort

Of Miranda in action.

(Chorus)