Santuario de músicas lleno, que brindas al alma contento y solaz, permitan los hados que siempre en tu seno sus rosas y mirtos deshoje la paz.
Chorus With aureous burins your great exploits the history in its pomps engraved forever; your soil is center of enormous riches, your sky, the most beautiful that the sun has illuminated!
Gentle amazona with a smiling face, valiant you show yourself over a high rock; the laurels encircle your olympic forehead and the wind hoists your graceful pennant!
To the tragic encounter of hirsute lions, your eagles went in a triumphal march; and the sun at San Félix shone in your escutcheons!, and your name was inmortal henceforth!
Sanctuary full of music that you offer to the content and relaxed soul, may fate allow that forever in your bosom Peace scatters the leaves from its roses and myrtles.