Himno Nacional de Chile (1973-1990)

Pure, Chile, is your blue sky
Pure breezes cross you too
And your field of embroidered flowers
Is the happy copy of Eden
Majestic is the white mountain
That the Lord gave you as a stronghold
That the Lord gave you as a stronghold
And that sea that gently washes you
Promises you a splendid future
And that sea that gently washes you
Promises you a splendid future

Sweet Homeland, receive the vows
With which Chile swore on your altars
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression

Your names, brave soldiers
Who have been the support of Chile
Our chests carry them engraved
Our children will know them too
Let them be the cry of death
That we launch marching to fight
That we launch marching to fight
And sounding in the mouth of the strong
Make the tyrant always tremble
And sounding in the mouth of the strong
Make the tyrant always tremble

Sweet Homeland, receive the vows
With which Chile swore on your altars
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That either you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression