March of the Malvinas

Behind their misty quilt
We shall not forget them.
"The Argentine Falklands"
Claims the wind and roars the sea

Nor from those horizons
Will our ensign be ripped apart
Since its white is on the hills
And the sea is dyed its blue

For absent, for defeated
Under a strange flag
No land is more cherished
Of the Fatherland as a whole

Who is talking to us here of neglect
Of renouncement, of forgiveness?
For no land is more cherished
Of the Fatherland as a whole!

Break off the misty quilt
As a sun, our ideal
The Argentine Falklands!
Under an already immortal dominion,

And facing the sun of our emblem
Pure, distinct, and victorious
It shines, "Oh, Fatherland!" in your diadem
The lost Southern pearl.

For honour to our emblem,
For the national pride,
It shines, "Oh, Fatherland!" in your diadem,
The lost Southern pearl.

It shines, "Oh, Fatherland!" in your diadem,
The lost Southern pearl.