Los Viejos Estandartes

I
Ceased, the thunder of cannons,
the trenches are silent
and on the roads of the north,
the battalions return,
the squadrons return,
to Chile
and to their old loves.

II
In their victorious flags,
they bring a thousand memories of glory,
bullets tore their silks
and their stars show
honorable war scars.

III
They pass under triumphal arches,
behind their brave generals
and although wounded, they pass
marching martially,
smiling virilely
and return undefeated.

IV
Pass the old standards,
that fought in battles
and soaked in blood,
they guided the soldiers
and covered the dead,
like a noble shroud.

Chorus
There go,
the bronze infantry,
fire, iron gunners
and their sabers and lances to the wind,
to the charge,
the silver riders.