flag of my country Hail, hail! That
always defies high wind
in triumph as the whole earth took you
indomitable warriors. You are
, Spain, in great misery, and you
beat throbs with
eternal breath
immortal soldiers who died adoring your shadow. Salve
flag of my country, hail! That high whenever
challenges the wind.
Spotted by dust from the tombs,
stained with the blood of the dead.
I love you, country. Here love, earth. I love you, Mother. I love you, Spain. 1492. With blood and gold history was forged with blood and gold writing again.
And woe to the fool who thinks he can hurt you without your kids out to defend.
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