El Cid The Champion

The whispering winds

Promise solitude to me;

The open steppe is the

Blessing of the free!

My horse's riding wild

Underneath the sky;

With sword held up high

I embrace eternity!

I long for my queen,

For the days in Castile:

To breathe again the air

That filled my heart with hope...

To stand against the moor,

With his scimitar to clash

My destiny lies revealed

Here on the bloody battlefield!

My horse's riding wild

Underneath the sky;

With sword held up high

I embrace eternity!

El Cid Campeador,

Mighty Alférez of old

Stand and deliver

Thy land from these dogs!

Rodrigo Díaz, in our hearts

You will never die!

A hero, A symbol,

Immortal champion:

Bear far thy standard

On that foundered shore!