You, the land
Of my father and my mother
A bitter taste
Takes me by surprise when I think of the green
Of your fig trees
And of your seashore
Me, I sing,
Proud of my roots
My country, my land, my origins,
I will wear them
Just like an emblem
It's a prayer
So as not to see those mothers crying anymore
Like a brother,
Love your fellow man and silence
That voice
That leads you to war
Me, I sing,
Proud of my roots
My country, my land, my origins,
I will wear them
Just like an emblem
I know neither my destiny
Nor the mysteries of my past
I only know where I come from,
Some small stones to find my way
I know neither my destiny
Nor the mysteries of my past
I only know where I come from,
And that knowledge will carry me a long way
Me, I sing,
Proud of my roots
My country, my land, my origins,
I will wear them
Just like an emblem