Chile Lindo

Help me, my friend,
To shout a long live Chile!,
The land of the thrushes
And the red copihues.
With its white mountain range,
My land is so beautiful!,
There's no other that compares,
Even if they search for it with a candle,
There's no other that compares,
Even if they search for it with a candle.

Chorus:

Chile, my Chile,
How I will love you,
That if they asked me for you,
I would give my life.
Beautiful Chile,
Lovely like a sun,
Right here I leave you,
My heart turned into a copihue.

Music

Tighten the spurs
And throw the blanket to the side
And let's have a cueca here,
One to die standing up.
Let them sing with the guitars,
Even the weeping willows,
In Chile, nobody cries,
Because there are only pure hearts,
In Chile, nobody cries,
Because there are only pure hearts.