Si el canto salió de Chile

Sing, sing, buddy,
don't be afraid of nobody,
because in this great crowd
the people have their street.

If the song came from Chile
and what joy the world received it.
If the song came from Chile,
listen my dude, and the world received it.

It's known that in my land
it's forbidden to have a voice,
to have a voice to say
that injustice is so great,
that the rich get richer
and the poor die of hunger.

That love and tenderness
have been replaced by violence,
by prison and anguish,
harm and indifference.

What irony of life,
what irony of life,
what a thankless task,
dispersed around the world
loving the homeland so much.

Sing, sing, buddy,
don't be afraid of nobody,
because in this great crowd
the people have their valley.