O, Noble Spain!
This song is for thee
A song that comes from afar
Like an old love
Trembling, palpitating
Fragrant with tradition
To open thy candid wings
Under the goldness of thy sun
Which we’ve received into our souls
With the fire of thy voice
In whose brightness ride
The keys of hope,
My race adored the glory
Of the beauty of the Spanish tongue
That is spoken even by the Quijotes
From this Malay region,
Where New Sanchos are longed for
Instead of speaking in Saxon tongue.
(Fernando Maria Guerrero)
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