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National Anthem of the Republic of Colombia
The official lyrics of the National Anthem Colombia
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
The horrible night has ceased.
Sublime Liberty
spills the auroras
of her invincible light.
The entirety of humanity
that groans within chains,
comprehend the words
of He who died on the cross.
The full lyrics of the National Anthem Colombia
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
The horrible night has ceased.
Sublime Liberty
spills the auroras
of her invincible light.
The entirety of humanity
that groans within chains,
comprehend the words
of He who died on the cross.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
“Independence!” shouts
the American world;
The land of Columbus.
Is bathed in heroes’ blood.
But this great doctrine;
“The king is not sovereign”,
resounds, and those who suffer
bless their passion.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
The bed of the Orinoco
Is heaped with plunder,
Of blood and tears a river
is seen to flow there.
In Bárbula know
neither souls nor eyes,
whether admiration to feel
or fear to suffer.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
On the shores of the Caribbean,
a famished people fight,
preferring horror
to fickle health.
O, aye! from Cartagena
heavy is the hardship,
and death’s rubble
disdains her virtue
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
From Boyacá in the fields,
the genius of glory,
from every sprig a hero
was crowned undefeated.
Soldiers without armor
won the victory;
their virile spirit
served them as a shield.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Bolívar crosses the Andes
bathed by two oceans,
swords as though sparks
flash in Junín.
Indomitable centaurs
descend to the plains,
and a premonition begins to be felt,
of the epic’s end.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
The victorious trumpet
in Ayacucho loudly thunders,
as in every triumph grows
its formidable sound.
In its expansive thrust
Liberty is first felt,
from the American sky
forming a pavilion.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
In agony, the Virgin
Tears out her hair,
and bereft of her love,
leaves it to hang on a cypress.
Regretting her hope
covered by a cold headstone,
but glorious pride
hallows her fair skin.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Thus the motherland is formed,
Thermopylaes bursting forth;
a constellation of cyclops
the night did brighten.
The trembling flower
finding the wind mortal,
underneath the laurels
safety sought.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
But it’s not complete glory
to defeat in battle,
the arm that fights
is encouraged by truth.
For independence alone
The great clamour doesn’t silence;
if the sun shines on everyone,
justice is liberty.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Of men the rights
Nariño’s preaching,
the soul of struggle
was prophetically taught.
Ricaurte in San Mateo,
in atoms flying,
“Duty before life,”
with flames he wrote.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
Oh, unwithering glory!
Oh, immortal jubilance!
In furrows of pain,
goodness now germinates.
It was written by Rafael Núñez and composed by Oreste Síndici.
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