Oriental song, friend song
song a thousand times sung
the roosters' bugle sounds
when the morning comes
and as Benedetti says
the song has not stopped finished
Neither color, nor red
the song is not finished
neither color, nor red
the song is not finished
Oriental song, friendly song
wind that moves the ear
put in the hands of Artigas
a lifted heart
you are needed like wheat
for freshly baked bread
Nor coloured, nor red time
for those who remain inside
and write your poetry
Oriental of dawn
for the children of Viglietti
and as Benedetti says
the song It is not over
Neither colorín, nor red
Zitarrosa is singing,
neither colorín, nor red
for a Uruguay without an owner,
neither colorín, nor colorado
The Olimareños sing not even red
For a Uruguay without an owner,
not colored, not red
the song has not ended.