Deus Fratresque Gallaecia
Caste dos celtas esperta axiña
Ergue do fango da escravitú
Patria da ialma teus ceibes cantos
Enchan o mundo de norte a sul.
Das costas bravas, do finisterre
Hastra as douradas veiras do sil,
Ruxan os ventos de loita e morte
Contra os tiranos de meu país.
Dos meus pasados, bendita terra,
Nai adourada da miña nai.
Creva as cadeas que te asoballan
E cingue a croa da liberá.
Cantai galegos o himno xigante
Dos pobos ceibes dos pobos grandes
Cantai galegos a idea santa
Da independencia da nosa patria.
Caste dos celtas esperta axiña
Ergue do fango da escravitú
Patria da ialma teus ceibes cantos
Enchan o mundo de norte a sul.
Cantai galegos o himno xigante
Dos pobos ceibes dos pobos grandes
Cantai galegos a idea santa
Da independencia da nosa patria.
Cantai galegos a idea santa
Da independencia da nosa patria.
God and Brothers of Galicia
Awake, Celtic kin, rise up now
From the mud of slavery, stand tall
Homeland of the soul, your free songs
Fill the world from north to south.
From the rugged coasts, from the end of the earth
To the golden banks of the Sil,
The winds roar with fight and death
Against the tyrants of my land.
From my past, blessed land,
Holy mother of my own.
Break the chains that bind you
And wear the crown of freedom.
Sing, Galicians, the giant anthem
Of free peoples, of great nations
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.
Awake, Celtic kin, rise up now
From the mud of slavery, stand tall
Homeland of the soul, your free songs
Fill the world from north to south.
Sing, Galicians, the giant anthem
Of free peoples, of great nations
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.
Sing, Galicians, the sacred idea
Of independence for our homeland.