COLOMBIA
CHORUS El bien germina ya. ¡Oh gloria inmarcesible!
Cesó la horrible noche, La libertad sublime De su invencible luz. Que entre cadenas gime, Del que murió en la Cruz.
"Independencia" grita El mundo americano; La tierra de Colón. "El Rey no es soberano", Bendicen su pasión.
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CHORUS(twice) Oh unfading glory! Oh immortal joy! In furrows of pain Good is already germinating.
The fearful night came to an end, Liberty sublime Is spreading the dawns Of its invincible light. The whole of humanity, Which is groaning under chains, Understands the words Of the One who died on the Cross.
"Independence" cries The American world; In heroes' blood is bathing The Land of Columbus. But this great principle: "The King is not sovereign", Resounds, and those who suffer Praise the passion in it.
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Adopted officially in 1946 Words by RAFAEL NÚÑEZ (1825-1894) |