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 September with a swollen heart
Of sorrow and pain to see my afflicted people
The people loving the homeland and so poorly reciprocated

I affirm, Mr. Minister, that the truth has died
Today the false is sworn, just for fun, nothing more
They deceive the innocent, without any need
And where is the freedom?

Luisa has no house, not a candle, not a diaper
The child was born in the hands of the one who is singing
Through a trail of blood, tomorrow the Cadillac will go
National bitter cueca

I spend September with a swollen heart
Of sorrow and pain to see my afflicted people
The people loving the homeland and so poorly reciprocated

The most outstanding date, the flag will wave
Luisa has no house, the military parade
And Luisa will go to the park, where she will return
National sad cueca

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

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