Mio Cid

Cid! Cid! Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

Hero and honoured great warrior

who serves without treason;

he guards both Islam and Christ

in what he thinks in reason.

Knight who, elected by God,

is determined to glory,

after the moment of death,

he could succeed in war.

His dust. Mio Cid!

His must. Mio Cid!

His sweat. Mio Cid!

His threats. Mio Cid!

His steel. Mio Cid!

His zeal. Mio Cid!

Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

Tied to his horse,

Mio Cid Campeador,

Remains stable

Pouring his gore,

Only this vision

Spreads fear and fright,

Foes indecision

Gives him the fight.

After expiring

Great feat he did,

His foes are choiring

O, Mio Cid!

Both armies loudly call

O, Mio Cid!

Mio Cid!

Cid! Cid! Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

As his force was always inner,

no matter his dying,

Mio Cid's again the winner

and his troops outcrying.

Loud and keen, the clamour

runs among the field,

this sounds like a hammer

battering a shield.

His dust. Mio Cid!

His must. Mio Cid!

His sweat. Mio Cid!

His threats. Mio Cid!

His steel. Mio Cid!

His zeal. Mio Cid!

Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

Tied to his horse,

Mio Cid Campeador,

Remains stable

Pouring his gore,

Only this vision

Spreads fear and fright,

Foes indecision

Gives him the fight.

After expiring

Great feat he did,

His foes are choiring

O, Mio Cid!

Both armies loudly call

O, Mio Cid!

Mio Cid!

His dust. Mio Cid!

His must. Mio Cid!

His sweat. Mio Cid!

His threats. Mio Cid!

His steel. Mio Cid!

His zeal. Mio Cid!

Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

Tied to his horse,

Mio Cid Campeador,

Remains stable

Pouring his gore,

Only this vision

Spreads fear and fright,

Foes indecision

Gives him the fight.

After expiring

Great feat he did,

His foes are choiring

O, Mio Cid!

Both armies loudly call

O, Mio Cid!

Mio Cid!

Cid! Cid! Mio Cid! Mio Cid!

En el fragor,

el Cid Campeador

es como un rayo

batallador.

Su alma es una

fuente de luz,

bajo la Luna,

o bajo la Cruz.

Cabalga yerto,

y gana la lid,

después de muerto,

¡Oh, Mío Cid!

Después de muerto,

¡Oh, Mío Cid!