Why have you come to earth,
Child-God, in a poor manger?
Does Fortune find you a stranger
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Go to my country, go, O foreign flowers,
sown by the traveler along the road,
and under that blue heaven
that watches over my loved ones,
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IF truly a people dearly love
The tongue to them by Heaven sent,
They'll surely yearn for liberty
Like a bird above in the firmament.
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When I recall the days
That saw my childhood of yore
Beside the verdant shore
Of a murmuring lagoon;
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When I remember the days
that saw my early childhood
spent on the green shores
of a murmurous lagoon;
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Flower among flowers,
soft bud swooning,
that the wind moves
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Sweet the hours in the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows;
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For the Motherland in war,
For the Motherland in peace,
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Mary, sweet peace and dearest consolation
of suffering mortal: you are the fount whence springs
the current of solicitude that brings
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