Galicia! (Continued) pg. 66

God gives you happiness[1] in work aplenty

When you embrace us to your hearts

[And] make a place for our

                                                Tears, cold and hunger!

March of the Youth

My brother, when the happy hour arrives

And we form brotherly ranks

And rush like a stream down the peaks through the forest

When the tide fills its banks

                May [our] hearts start beating, may the blood boil in them

                And new and beautiful may our song flow

Let us curse long life in that song, our passion will be

Desire for deeds, and into the past[2] with power, storm[3]

Ardor, the dream of their charm and spell

And of fortune for all without measure

                May [our] hearts start beating, and thus further[4]

                Because this song is above songs, a song of life, a song of dreams

                A song of the sincere rapture of youth

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[1] Or, “Good fortune”

[2] i.e., forget about

[3] Literally “winds”

[4] Or, “etcetera”