By chance that I could not explain
and why, I cant imagine.
but Im from here not by choice
but because of those arts that des has, it is that it nestled in my soul and formed me on Latin soils.
God attin by letting me fall on this heart-shaped earth
the one that beats America.
America beautiful and in love sighing goes
for my Paraguay dying and living for her loves
and in its streets Asuncenas gets naked at dawn
rinsing his hair in his blue lake Ypacaray. Paraguay cradle of heroic Guarani race.
Sweet penetrating language
-My GuaranÃ! -There is a soul that longs for you, that names you pronouncing in its entrails a powerful Rohayhu. In your sky they have drawn stories of a bloody past, however you clothed yourself with hopes without equal; in your land the sun shines illuminating the roads in humility and brotherhood that give voices of your simplicity, echoes of your greatness are still heard!
Your warriors have not fallen, your children, your women, your children are the inheritance of bravery from the lion on your flag.
When I speak to you in Guarani, melodies are dispersed through your air that enrich with sweet and fresh flavor, you take away my fatigue with your rich terere.
Guaranà the language of the strong, of the survivors, of the bravest men who have left their legacy embedded with their blood, their heritage is freedom !!
In my veins I carry you with my song I love you proud of my land, I was born Paraguayan.