- Refrain:
- Soldados, la patria nos llama a la lid;
- Juremos por ella vencer o morir.
- Serenos, alegres, valientes, osados,
- Cantemos, soldados, el himno a la lid.
- Y a nuestros acentos el orbe se admire
- Y en nosotros mire los hijos del Cid.
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- Blandamos el hierro que el tímido esclavo
- Del libre, del bravo, la faz no osa ver.
- Sus huestes cual humo veréis disipadas,
- Y a nuestras espadas fugaces correr.
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- ¿El mundo vio nunca, más noble osadía?
- ¿Ni vio nunca un día más grande el valor,
- Que aquel, inflamados, nos vimos del fuego,
- Excitar a Riego de Patria el amor?
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- Honor al caudillo, honor al primero
- Que el cívico acero osó fulminar.
- La patria afligida oyó sus acentos
- Y vió sus tormentos en gozo tornar.
- Refrain
- Su voz fué seguida, su voz fué escuchada,
- Tuvimos en nada soldados morir.
- Y osados quisimos romper la cadena
- Que de afrenta llena del bravo el vivir.
- Refrain
- Mas ya la alarma tocan; las armas tan sólo
- El crimen, el dolo, podrán abatir.
- Que tiemblen, que tiemblen, que tiemble el malvado
- Al ver al soldado la lanza esgrimir.
- Refrain
- La trompa guerrera sus ecos al viento,
- Horror al sediento, ya ruge el cañón.
- A Marte sañudo la audacia provoca
- Y el ingenio invoca de nuestra nación.
- Refrain
- Se muestran: volemos, volemos, soldados.
- ¿Los veis aterrados, su frente bajar?
- Volemos, que el libre por siempre ha sabido
- del siervo vendido la audacia humillar.
- Refrain
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- Refrain:
- Soldiers, the homeland calls us to the fight;
- Let us swear for her sake to triumph or to die.
- Serene and happy, valiant and bold
- Let us sing, soldiers, the battle hymn.
- The world is astonished at our voices
- And in us it beholds the sons of the Cid.
- Refrain
- We brandish the iron that the timid slave
- Of the free man, of the brave man, the face does not dare to see.
- Like smoke, you will see his host dissipated
- And run to our fleeting swords.
- Refrain
- Has the world ever seen more noble daring?
- Nor has any day seen greater valour,
- Than that, inflamed, we showed at the fire,
- To awaken in Riego the love of his land?
- Refrain
- Honour to the leader, honour to the first
- That the civic sword dared to strike down.
- The afflicted homeland heard their voices
- And saw their torments turn into joy.
- Refrain
- His voice was followed, his voice was heard,
- We had soldiers dying in nothing.
- And we bold ones wanted to break the chain
- That fills the brave man with disgrace to live.
- Refrain
- But the alarm is already sounding; only weapons
- Will be able to bring down crime, fraud.
- Let them tremble, let them tremble, let the wicked man tremble
- At the sight of the soldier wielding the spear.
- Refrain
- The war trumpet echoes to the winds,
- Affrighting the greedy, the cannon now roars.
- The audacity of our nation provokes
- And the genius [of our nation] invokes wrathful Mars.
- Refrain
- They show themselves: let us fly, let us fly, soldiers.
- Do you see them terrified, their head lowering?
- Let us fly, such that the free man has always known
- Of the sold servant, the audacity bowing.
- Refrain
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