Sweet cradle of my virgensita de Suyapa
Mines that did and still hold
Hold in your strong arms Silver and gold
Oh city of endless gentle hills
City of the pounding hammers
Capital of the country and of my heart
Everyone has told that you are raging, which I won’t deny
As with violence you have drawn fear in everyone’s face
Everyone has told me you are distorted, and I agree
As I have seen broken promises in innocent eyes
Everyone has told me you are threatening, it may be true
As I have roamed through your foul streets at night
Everyone has told me you are vile, that it can be
As I have seen the rain of tears for those lost, never to return
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city,
and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Tell my about another city that wakes up so vivid to the shining sun
With the hearts of its people burning so passionate with a vigorous fire
One that has gone through so much adversity and still stands up fighting
Which yet under misery keeps rebuilding, each day a little higher?
Hungry and ferocious as a wolf in the dark
Persistent as the bird that keeps trying to fly
A city that looks to reach higher every time
With silver rivers that carry hope under a bright sky.
Nowhere else can tell you such an ancient stories
These colonial buildings tell us secrets of our past
Surrounded by green fields and high mountains
I breathe the wild fresh scent of your forests.
Resting peacefully under “El Cristo del Picacho”
May everyone know we keep our pride on this city
The land where we were born and we will die
On this dearest Tegucigalpa:
Sugar harvester, corn grower
Sweet cradle of my virgensita de Suyapa
Mines that did and still hold
Hold in your strong arms Silver and gold
Oh city of endless gentle hills
City of the pounding hammers
Capital of the country and of my heart.
