puras brisas te cruzan también,
y tu campo de flores bordado,
es la copia feliz del Edén.
Majestuosa es la blanca montaña
que te dió por baluarte el Señor
(repeat)
y ese mar que tranquilo te baña,
te promete un futuro esplendor.
(repeat previous two lines)
CHORUS
Dulce Patria recibe los votos
con que Chile en tus aras juró
que, o la tumba serás de los libres,
o el asilo contra la opresión.
(repeat previous two lines three times)
o el asilo contra la opresión.
(repeat four times)
English Translation
National Song of Chile
Chile, your sky is a pure blue,
Pure breezes blow across you,
And your field, embroidered with flowers,
Is a happy copy of Eden.
Majestic is the snow-covered mountain
That was given to you by the Lord as a bastion,
(repeat)
And the sea that tranquilly washes your shore
Promises future splendour for you.
(repeat previous two lines)
CHORUS
Gentle homeland, accept the vows
Given, Chile, on your altars,
That you be either the tomb of the free
Or a refuge from oppression.
(repeat previous two lines three times)
Or a refuge from oppression.
(repeat four times)