inspires our lives:

under the clear blue of your sky

rests peace, white and pure.

In the tenacious fight of fruitful work

which reddens men`s faces,

conquered your children - simple

farmers

eternal prestige, esteem and honor.

Hail, oh gentle earth!

Hail, oh mother of love!

should anyone try to stain your

glory

you`ll see your people, brave and

virile

a rough tool change into a weapon

Hail, oh fatherland!, your lavish

soil

sweet shelter and subsistence

gives us

under the clear blue of your sky,