Una chica en mexico: Mexican anthem
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Mexican anthem


The national Mexican Anthem is 2 º more beautiful overcome scarcely by The Of Marseilles one, the National Anthem of France, according to many experts in the matter for his poetics of the 19th century and his historical and warlike character (by which it was created in the epochs of war).
The letter was created Francisco Gonzales Bocanegra (written in 1853) and the music by Jaime Nunó by decree of the president Manuel Ávila Camacho in the year of 1943.

 A curious information is that Francisco Gonzales Bocanegra I enter forced his girlfriend to the contest that in president Santa Ana I believe to obtain the letter for the future national anthem.

 The woman knowing the talent of the man it enclosed it in a room full of books which were his inspiration for the writing.
Normally it turns out to be to the Mexicans very heavy to sing the anthem in the school and in important moments since in the school the teachers did not teach us the passion that is supposed we should feel for our anthem such as other countries they feel it for his in spite of the fact that ours is really beautiful.

 The explanation is simple enough.
Every Monday in the schools of Mexico it forces the children to appear early in the morning or under the sunbeam to the ceremony to the flag where they have to be stopped in a space from 30 minutes to 2 hours (depending on the director) convicts singing the national anthem and later to go to classes.

 Since they will see this it does not help to that we are interested for the anthem and the flag if not to want to be able to be in the lounge of classes already far from so much pain of feet.
Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And re the land trembles in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.

 Encircle Native Oh! Your temples of olive
 Of the peace the divine archangel,
 That in the sky your eternal destination,
 For the God's finger he wrote himself;

 Mas if an enemy stranger will dare,
 To profane with his plant your soil,
 He thinks Native dear Oh! That the sky
 A soldier in every son gave you.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.
The II
 In bloody combats it dresses them
 For your love fluttering his bosoms,
 To face the grapeshot serene,
 And the death or the glory to search.

 If the recollection of former exploits
 Of your children it inflames the mind,
 The laurels of the victory, your forehead
 They will return immortal to adorning.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.
The IIIrd
 Since to the blow of the beam the oak
 It is ruined up to the deep torrent,
 The defeated, impotent discord,
 To the feet of the archangel it fell;

 Already not more of your children the blood
 Spill in brothers' contest
 Only he finds the steel in your hands
 Who your sacred name insulted.


 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.


 The IVth
 Of the immortal warrior of Zempoala
 Defend the terrible sword,
 And it supports his invincible arm
 Your sacred tricolored standard;
He will be the happy Mexican
 In the peace and in the war the commander,
 Because he knew his weapon of sheen
 To surround in the fields of honor.


 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.



 V
 War, war without truce whom it tries
 Of the mother land to stain the heraldries!
 War, war! The native standards
 In the waves of blood steep:

 War, war! In the mount, in the valley
 The cannons horrísonos thunder,
 And the sonorous echoes resound
 With the voices of Union! Liberate!

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.

VI
 Before, mother land, that unarmed your children
 Under the yoke his neck bend,
 Your fields with blood take a shower,
 On blood his foot is stamped;

 And your temples, palaces and towers
 Be ruined with horrid uproar,
 And your ruins exist saying:
 Thousand heroes the Mother land here belonged.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.
The VIIth
 If to the fight against enemy host
 The warlike horn summons us,
 Of Iturbide the sacred flag
 Mexicans! Brave continue:

 And serve the fierce bridones
 The defeated ones you teach of carpet;
 The laurels of the victory give shade
 To the forehead of the brave leader.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.

The VIIIth
 Return haughty to the native homes
 The warrior to counting his victory,
 Showing the palms of glory
 That it could in the fight conquer:

 Tornáranse his bloody laurels
 In garlands of myrtles and roses,
 That the love of the daughters and wives
 Also it can to the brave ones reward.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.
The IXth
 And that to the blow of ardent grapeshot
 Of the mother land in the altars succumb,
 It will obtain in reward a tomb
 Where the light shines of glory:

 And of Retainer it teaches her wanted
 To his bloody connected sword,
 Of immortal laurel crowned,
 It will form of his pit the cross.

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.
X
 Mother land! Mother land! Your children swear you
 To exhale in your altars his breath,
 If the bugle with his warlike accent,
 It calls them to fighting with value:

 For you the garlands of olive!
 A recollection for them of glory!
 A laurel for you of victory!
 A sepulcher for them of honor!

 Mexicans, to the war cry
 The steel prepare and the bridón,
 And the land shakes in his centers
 To the sonorous one to roar of the cannon.

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