Porta Estandarte [English translation]

Take notice that life, so pretty, is wasted in sorrows like those

Come down from your ranch singing about your endless hope

Let your certainty become the song of the people

So that your people, singing your song, won't be in vain

I finally carry my life

With singing and songs yes

I wouldn't have sung if it were any other way

For those who listen to me

Certainties and hopes to trade

For pains and sorrows which I know well

One day still it'll end

One day which is coming along

And which I live to sing about

In the avenue, turning, with my standard in hand to announce