National Anthems of the World
Music Control Philippines "Lupang Hinirang" (Beloved Land) TAGALOG LYRICS Bayang Magiliw, Perlas ng Silanganan Alab ng puso Sa dibdib mo'y buhay Lupang Hinirang, Duyan ka ng Magiting, Sa manlulupig Di ka pasisiil. Sa dagat at bundok, Sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw, May dilag ang tula At awit sa paglayang minamahal Ang kislap ng watawat mo'y Tagumpay na nagniningning; Ang bituin at araw niya, Kailan pa ma'y di magdidilim Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati't pagsinta, Buhay ay langit sa piling mo, Aming ligaya, na pag may mang-aapi, Ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo. ENGLISH LYRICS Land of the morning Child of the sun returning With fervor burning Thee do our souls adore. Land dear and holy, Cradle of noble heroes, Ne'er shall invaders Trample thy sacred shores. Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds And o'er thy hills and seas; Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb Of glorious liberty. Thy banner dear to all hearts Its sun and stars alright, Oh, never shall its shining fields Be dimmed by tyrants might. Beautiful land of love, oh land of light, In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie; But it is glory ever when thou art wronged For us thy sons to suffer and die. Web Land of Magic
Philippines "Lupang Hinirang" (Beloved Land) TAGALOG LYRICS Bayang Magiliw, Perlas ng Silanganan Alab ng puso Sa dibdib mo'y buhay Lupang Hinirang, Duyan ka ng Magiting, Sa manlulupig Di ka pasisiil. Sa dagat at bundok, Sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw, May dilag ang tula At awit sa paglayang minamahal Ang kislap ng watawat mo'y Tagumpay na nagniningning; Ang bituin at araw niya, Kailan pa ma'y di magdidilim Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati't pagsinta, Buhay ay langit sa piling mo, Aming ligaya, na pag may mang-aapi, Ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo. ENGLISH LYRICS Land of the morning Child of the sun returning With fervor burning Thee do our souls adore. Land dear and holy, Cradle of noble heroes, Ne'er shall invaders Trample thy sacred shores. Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds And o'er thy hills and seas; Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb Of glorious liberty. Thy banner dear to all hearts Its sun and stars alright, Oh, never shall its shining fields Be dimmed by tyrants might. Beautiful land of love, oh land of light, In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie; But it is glory ever when thou art wronged For us thy sons to suffer and die.
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