Himno de los Restauradores (Anthem of the Restoreers) - Argentine Confederation Song

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Himno de los Restauradores is an Argentinian song about Juan Manuel de Rosas, member of the Federalist Party, Rosas was the first leader of the Argentine Confederation and he ruled Argentinia untill he was exiled in 1852 after the Brazilian-led alliance won the Platine War

Lyrics in Spanish:
Alza ¡oh, Patria! Tu frente abatida,
De la esperanza la aurora lució;
Tu adalid valeroso ha jurado
Restaurarte a tu antiguo esplendor.
¡Oh, gran Rosas! Tu pueblo quisiera
Mil laureles poner a tus pies;
Mas el gozo no puede avenirse
Con el luto y tristeza que ves.
¿No los véis, como ledos conspiran?
¿Cual aguzan su oculto puñal?
¿Cual meditan la ruina y escarnio?
¿Del intrépido y buen federal?

Alza ¡oh, Patria! Tu frente abatida,
De la esperanza la aurora lució;
Tu adalid valeroso ha jurado
Restaurarte a tu antiguo esplendor.
Esa hora de infames ¿qué quiere?
Sangre y luto pretende: ¡qué horror!
Empañar nuestras nobles hazañas
Y cubrirnos de eterno baldón.
¡Ah, coberdes!, temblad, es en vano
Agotéis vuestra saña y rencor,
Que el gran Rosas preside a su pueblo,
Y el destino obedece a su voz.

Alza ¡oh, Patria! Tu frente abatida,
De la esperanza la aurora lució;
Tu adalid valeroso ha jurado
Restaurarte a tu antiguo esplendor.
Del poder la Gran Suma revistes,
A la patria tú debes salvar;
¡Que a tu vida respire el honrrado,
Y al perverso se mire temblar!
La ignorancia persigue inflexible,
Al talento procura animar
¡Y ojalá que tu nombre en la historia
Una página ocupe inmortal!

Lyrics in English:
Rise, oh fatherland! Your defeated front
From the hope the dawn shone;
Your valiant paladin has sworn
To restore you to your old glory.
Oh, great Rosas! Your people would like
Put in your feet thousand laurels;
But the joy cannot go
With the mourning and sadness that he see.
Don't You see how happy they conspire?
And how they sharpen their hidden dagger?
How they think about the ruins and scorn?
Of the intrepid and good Federal?

Rise, oh fatherland! Your defeated front
From the hope the dawn shone;
Your valiant paladin has sworn
To restore you to your old glory.
This infamous horde, what do they want?
They want blood and mourning: how awful!
They want to tarnish our nobles deeds,
And cover us with eternal waster.
Ah, cowards! Tremble it's in vain
You exhaust your fury and resentment,
Because the great Rosas guide his people
And destine obeys his voice.

Rise, oh fatherland! Your defeated front
From the hope the dawn shone;
Your valiant paladin has sworn
To restore you to your old glory.
You've the great part of the power,
The fatherland you must to save,
May in your sight breath the honest,
And the wicked be seen to tremble!
Ignorance haunts unyelding
To encourage talent
And I hope that your name in history
Occupy an immortal page!