A origem de deus

Translation

Mexicans to cry gerrra

With pressed steel and loudly
And retimbre centers in their land
The roaring sound of the cannon.
Gird, O Fatherland, thy temples with olive
The divine archangel of peace,
What in heaven your eternal destiny,
By the finger of God wrote.
But if you dare a strange enemy
Desecrate with a plan, your land
Think, Oh, dear Fatherland, that heaven
A soldier in each son gave you.
In the bloodiest fighting seen,
For love of you beating their breasts,
Dragging calmly machine gun
And death or glory seeking.
If the memories of old exploits your children fill the mind,
The glory and the triumph in front of you
Transformed into immortal exaltaldos.
As the coup ray
If drops the deepest current
Discord, won helplessly
At the foot of the archangel fell.
No longer is the blood drops
Your children in strife of brothers,
Only the steel is in your hands
Who insulted thy holy name.
Warrior Immortal Zempoala
Te defends the terrible sword

And holds his invincible arm
Thy sacred tassel tricolor.
And be happy Mexican
In peace and war, warlord,
Because in his supposed weapons of brightness
Circling the fields of honor.
War! War! Relentlessly trying to
At Homeland stain coats!
War, war! The patriotic banners
And the edges of blood soaked.
War! War! On the hill in the valley
Cannons trovoam in unison,
And the sound echoes resonate
With the voices of "Union! Freedom!"
Before that homeland, defenseless, your children,
Under the yoke, to submit their laps,
Fields with your blood shower
About blood estampe your feet.
And temples, palaces and towers
If tips with horrible bangs
And its ruins say:
"A thousand heroes Homeland gone."
If the deal against the enemy host
Calls us to troop warrior
Iturbide the Sacred Flag
Mexicans follow brave!
And the fierce cries serve the
The defeats of lesson
The glorious triumph of the macula
Ahead of the brave friction.
Go back to the motherland proud
The warrior