Ya parte el galgo terrible

The terrible greyhound already leaves
To kill dark-skinned children.
The cavalcade already departs
The pack is unleashed
Exterminating Chileans
What will we do, what will we do
The cavalcade already departs,
What will we do, what will we do.

With the rifle in hand
They shoot the Mexican
And kill the Panamanian
In the middle of his dream.

They seek blood and gold
The wolves of San Francisco,
They beat women
And burn the sheds.

Damn the hour
And the gold that was lost
And why did we come
From our Valparaíso.
They are already killing Chileans,
What will we do, what will we do
In the middle of his dream
What will we do, what will we do.