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My country, a lineage of eaglets,
Its heart’s beatings ruled by the roar of oars
My country, a lineage of eaglets
Its heart’s beatings ruled by the roar of oars
Gilded by sun rays,
The hankering for victory pushes the rowing boat
For a long time the spirit of eaglets
Has imbued the Gulf of Bizkay with its spirit .
The cheerful early call of the sea
Prompts the eaglet into its quiet dawn shelter
Salty seamen, reborn eaglets
Out of the joys and sufferings of water
You will never sail alone
Your eaglet nature will be your breath on the way
You will never sail alone
Your eaglet nature will be your breath on the way
My country, a lineage of eaglets
Its heart’s beatings ruled by the roar of oars
My country, a lineage of eaglets
Its heart’s beatings ruled by the roar of oars
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