Ya Parte El Galgo Terrible

The terrible greyhound sets off
to kill brown children.
The cavalry is on the move,
the pack is unleashed,
exterminating Chileans.
Oh, what will we do, oh, what will we do?
The cavalry is on the move,
oh, what will we do, oh, what will we do?

With a rifle in hand,
they shoot at the Mexican
and kill the Panamanian
in the middle of his dream.

They seek blood and gold,
the wolves of San Francisco,
they hit the women
and burn the shanties.

Damn the hour
and the gold that melted away,
and why did we come
from our Valparaíso?
They’re killing Chileans,
oh, what will we do, oh, what will we do?
in the middle of their dream,
oh, what will we do, oh, what will we do?