Os Pinos

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Os Pinos
English: The Pines
Regional Anthem of Galicia
Lyrics Eduardo Pondal, 1907
Music Pascual Veiga, 1907
Adopted 1977

Os Pinos (The Pines) is the anthem of Galicia. The lyrics are by Eduardo Pondal (the two first parts of his poem Queixumes dos pinos - Lamentations of the Pines) and the music by Pascual Veiga. It was composed in 1907 and made official in 1977.

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Galician: English:
Que din os rumorosos
na costa verdecente,
ó raio transparente
do prácido luar?
Que din as altas copas
de escuro arume harpado
co seu ben compasado
monótono fungar?
Do teu verdor cinguido
e de benignos astros,
confín dos verdes castros
e valeroso chan,
non deas a esquecemento
da inxuria o rudo encono;
desperta do teu soño
fogar de Breogán.
Os bos e xenerosos
a nosa voz entenden,
e con arroubo atenden
o noso rouco son,
mais só os iñorantes,
e féridos e duros,
imbéciles e escuros
non os entenden, non.
Os tempos son chegados
dos bardos das idades
que as vosas vaguidades
cumprido fin terán;
mais onde quer, xigante
a nosa voz pregoa
a redenzón da boa
nazón de Breogán.
What say the murmurers
On the coast greenly glowing
By the transparent beam
Of the calm moonlight?
What say the treetops
Of dark, bent pine twigs
In their harmonious
Monotonous buzzing?
"Ringed by thy greenness,
And by the benign stars,
To the bounds of the green hill forts
And valuable plains,
Do not let be forgotten
The harsh rancour of thy wounding;
Awaken from thy slumbers
O hearth of Breoghan.
"The good and generous
Will understand our words
And eagerly will hearken
To our rough sounds.
But only the ignorant,
And wounded and hard,
The foolish and those in darkness
Will not understand us.
"The times are now upon us
Sung by the ancient bards,
When all thy wanderings
Shall have achieved their end;
And everywhere, gigantic,
Our voice loudly proclaimeth
The redemption of the noble
Breoghan's Nation."

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