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CHORUS Mexicans, at the cry of battlelend your swords and bridle;and let the earth tremble at its centerupon the roar of the cannon. Your forehead shall be girded, oh fatherland, with olive garlandsby the divine archangel of peace, For in heaven your eternal destinyhas been written by the hand of God. But should a foreign enemy Profane your land with his sole, Think, beloved fatherland, that heavengave you a soldier in each son.CHORUSII War, war without truce against who would attemptto blemish the honor of the fatherland! War, war! The patriotic bannerssaturate in waves of blood. War, war! On the mount, in the vale The terrifying cannon thunderand the echoes nobly resoundto the cries of union! liberty!CHORUSIII Fatherland, before your children become unarmed Beneath the yoke their necks in sway, May your countryside be watered with blood, On blood their feet trample. And may your temples, palaces and towerscrumble in horrid crash,and their ruins exist saying: The fatherland was made of one thousand heroes here.CHORUSIV Fatherland, fatherland, your children swearto exhale their breath in your cause, If the bugle in its belligerent toneshould call upon them to struggle with bravery. For you the olive garlands! For them a memory of glory! For you a laurel of victory! For them a tomb of honor! Sent by Carlos Andr é Pereira da Silva Branco
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