A bitter wind comes from the north
A different climate, a step to the abyss
They are winds of war, of spears and stones
Of a river that denies, of a cold that breaks
There are no more pacts to honor
No honor left but to betray
Their psalms rise like prophecies
Of lost battles, of a soul finally split
And the fledgling republic proudly cries 'nation'!
Of strength and reason, of lies and pain
And the unruly minds resist in vain at last
At the end of an era, of a true life
Three centuries of sovereign existence
In dispute but never in decay
Three centuries dodging the future
Of landless days, of bare days
Between rivers the march is defended
And between rivers we shall wither
Ancient borders, feeble barriers
That rifles, heroes and deeds now permeate
Of the land, now without land
Only grants, reductions and fences
A discontent that declares
And after more than a century, the moving on
Of the land, now without land
And a wounded people with right cries 'nation'!
With strength and reason, with pride and action
And with serene impatience it claims by virtue of pain
The beginning of an era, of a true life