FLAGTAPPING
My flag rises on the mast
Like a sun among zephyrs and trills,
Deep inside the temple of my veneration
I hear and feel happy my heart beating.
My flag is the national emblem.
These notes are your war song
Since childhood we will know how to venerate her
And also to live for your love.
Almighty and sacred banner that in our longing
Like a ray of light it rises to the sky
Flooding through its tricolor canvas
Immortal our being of fervor and patriotic ardor.
My flag is the national emblem.
These notes are your war song.
Since childhood, we will know how to venerate her.
And also to live for your love.
CampechanoAnthem
Lyric author: Dr. Enrique Novelo
Author of the Music: Lic. Leandro Caballero
Presented at the "Francisco de Paula Toro" Theater,
Saturday, September 16, 1899
choir
Liberal and heroic patriots
That you were born on the shores of the sea
From the warrior trumpet and the notes
To be able to forget forever.
stanzas
You, Campeche, dear mother
Of bold, brave sailors,
Of those children, admire the foreheads.
That today adorns the olive of peace
Without the struggles of past times
Today in them you rest happy
And your precious life nourishes
From work the honest wage.
choir
Your songs are like the songs of a bird
That in your peaceful forests lives
And in the branches singing receives
Like you, of the free the sun
May those hymns remember your deeds
And I copied the story into his book
For grateful and eternal memory
Of your faith, your persistence, and courage.
chorus
Today you walk among flowers
Without anything bothering your way
May your happiness never set.
May you never suffer again
Work is the only beacon
That in the sea of peace leads to the port
Don't lose sight of him and for sure
Yours will always be the future.
choir
In your virgin fertile fields
The beneficial plow looks at me
Like the weapon that only conspires
To increase your wealth and your well-being
Your ships, covered in glory,
They have carried the Mexican flag.
Beyond, beyond the ocean
And they have been admired everywhere.
chorus
Nothing is missing, dear Campeche,
To your being, to your fame, to your glory:
Your memory must be immortal
And your name also immortal
May peace take root in your land
Without having the slightest enemy
And science and the arts with you
They will march in your joy side by side!
choir
For you, the worlds are called
Liberal and heroic your children
That by freeing you from tedious evils
The world admires your feats,
If you find yourself in the struggle again,
Defending your ground and your name,
In every son, you will always have a man.
May he spill his blood in your honor!
MEXICANNATIONALANTHEM
choir
Mexicans, at the cry of war
the prepared steel and the stallion,
and the earth trembles in its centers
to the sound of the cannon's roar,
and the earth trembles in its centers
to the sound of the roaring cannon.
stanza i
Oh homeland! Your olive temples
from peace the divine archangel,
that in heaven your eternal destiny
by the finger of god it was written,
but if a strange enemy dares
to desecrate your soil with its plant,
think, oh beloved homeland! that the sky
a soldier in each son he gave you,
a soldier in every son he gave you.
choir
Mexicans, to the cry of war
the prepared steel and the bridled horse,
and the earth trembles in its centers
to the sonorous roar of the cannon,
and the earth trembles at its centers
to the sound of the booming cannon.
stanza iv
Homeland! Homeland! Your children swear to you
exhale your breath on your altars,
if the bugle with its warlike tone
calls on them to face with courage.
For you, the olive garlands!
A remembrance for them of glory!
A laurel for you of victory!
a tomb for them of honor!
A tomb of honor for them!
choir
Mexicans, to the cry of war
the prepared steel and the stallion,
and the earth trembles in its centers
to the sound of the cannon's roar,
and the earth trembles at its centers
to the sonorous roar of the cannon.