National Anthem Honduras

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

To keep that divine emblem,
Let us march, oh fatherland, to death,
Generous will be our fate,
If we die thinking of your love.
Defending your holy flag
And covered in your glorious folds,
There will be many, Honduras, of your dead,
But all will fall with honour.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

A virgin and beautiful Indian, you were sleeping
To the resonant song of your seas,
When thrown into your basins of gold
The bold navigator found you;
And looking at your beauty, ecstatic
At the ideal influence of your charm,
The blue hem of your splendid mantle
He consecrated with his kiss of love.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

From a country where the sun rises,
Beyond the blue Atlantean,
That man had dreamt of you
And in search of you launched himself into the sea.
When you raised your pale forehead,
In the lively anxiety of your longing,
Under the gentle dome of your sky
A foreign banner was already floating.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

It was useless that the Indian, your beloved,
Prepare to fight with ire,
Because, enveloped in his blood, Lempira
Sank into the deep night;
And of the epic feat, in memory,
The legend alone has kept
From a tomb the unknown place
And the harsh profile of a crag.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

For three centuries your children listened
To the imperative mandate of the master;
For three centuries your useless complaint
Was lost in the blue atmosphere;
But one glorious day your ear
Perceived, powerful and distant,
That far away, over the Atlante,
A Lion roared indignantly.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

It was France, the free, the heroic,
That in her sleep of centuries asleep
Awoke angry to life
At the virile complaint of Danton:
It was France, that sent to death
The head of the consecrated King,
And that raised proud at his side,
The altar of the goddess reason.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

You too, oh my fatherland!, arose
From your servile and deep sleep;
You also taught the world
The infamous shattered link.
And in your blessed soil, behind the tall
Hair of the wild jungle,
Like a bird of black plumage,
The fleeting colony was lost.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.

To keep that divine emblem,
Let us march, oh fatherland, to death,
Generous will be our fate,
If we die thinking of your love.
Defending your holy flag
And covered in your glorious folds,
There will be many, Honduras, of your dead,
But all will fall with honour.

Your flag, your flag is a splendour of sky
Crossed by a block, by a block of snow;
And seen on its sacred background
Are five stars of pale blue;
On your emblem, which a roaring sea
Shields with its rough waves,
Behind the bare summit of a volcano, of a volcano,
There is a star, there is a star of clear light.