National Anthem Senegal

Pinch all your koras, hit the balafons.
The red lion roared.
The tamer of the bush
With a leap dashed forward,
dispelling the darkness.
Sun on our terrors, sun on our hope.
Rise up, brothers, here is Africa gathered

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.

Pinch all your koras, hit the balafons.
The red lion roared.
The tamer of the bush
With a leap dashed forward,
dispelling the darkness.
Sun on our terrors, sun on our hope.
Rise up, brothers, here is Africa gathered

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.

Senegal you the son of the foam of the lion,
You who came out of the night at the gallop of the horses,
Give us back, oh! give us back the honor of our ancestors,
Splendid as ebony and strong as muscle
We say straight – the sword has not a burr.

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.

Senegal, we make your great design our own:
To gather the chicks in the shelter of the kites
To make, from east to west, from north to south,
Standing together, one people, a seamless people
But a people turned towards all the winds of the world.

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.

Senegal, like you, like all our heroes,
We will be tough without hatred and with both arms open.
We will put the sword in the peace of the sheath,
For work will be our weapon and our word.
The Bantu is a brother, and the Arab and the White.

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.

But if the enemy sets fire to our borders
We will all be upright and armed:
A people in its faith defying all misfortunes,
Young and old, men and women.
Death, yes! We say death, but not shame.

Fibers of my green heart.
Shoulder to shoulder, my more than brothers,
O Senegalese, stand up!
Let us unite the sea and the springs, let us unite the steppe and the forest!
Hail Mother Africa.