Yo Canto a La Diferencia

I sing to the chillaneja if I have to say something
And I don't pick up the guitar to get applause
I sing to the difference between what's true and false
Otherwise, I don't sing

I'm going to tell you right away about a very alarming case
Attention, the audience, who will swallow the purgative
Now that we celebrate the most gallant eighteenth
The flag is a sedative

I spend the month of September with a swollen heart
Of sorrow and feeling to see my afflicted people
The people loving the homeland and so poorly reciprocated
The emblem as a witness

In important commands, oath to the flag
His words ring in tricolor chains
With armed constables in squares and avenues
And in front of the churches

The guardian angels came from another planet
Because their murky gaze, their blood of bad feast
Profane drums sound, bugles and bayonets
Painful the retreat

I affirm, Mr. Minister, that truth has died
Today they swear falsely just for the sake of it
They deceive the innocent, without any need
And up with freedom

There goes the vicar with his blessed word
Could you, your holiness, hear a little word from me?
The children are hungry, they give them a little medal
Or a little flag

That's why, Your Honor, says the wise Solomon
There is discontent in heaven, in Chuqui and Concepción
The copihue no longer blooms and the hummingbird doesn't sing
Tricolor centenary

A wealthy gentleman sharp as a dagger
Looks at me with the gaze of a powerful volcano
And with golden lightning slides his Cadillac
And long live freedom!

From above shines the Moon, with such bitter truth
Luisa's house, waiting for maternity
Her cries reach the sky, no one will hear her
In the national celebration

Luisa has no fire, no lamp, no diaper
The child was born in her hands, while she sings
Through a trail of blood, tomorrow the Cadillac will go
And long live freedom!

The most outstanding date, the national flag
Luisa has no home, the military parade
And if Luisa goes to the park, where will she return
Bitter national cueca

I am here to sing to the chillaneja, gentlemen
If I raise my voice, it's not just to shout
Forgive the audience if my clarity offends
Long military cueca