Hino do Chile (1973-1990)

Pure, Chile, your sky is so blue
Pure breezes also cross you
And your embroidered field of flowers
Is the happy copy of Eden
Majestic is the white mountain
That the Lord gave you as a bulwark
That the Lord gave you as a bulwark
And that sea that calmly bathes you
Promises you a splendid future
And that sea that calmly bathes you
Promises you a splendid future

Sweet Homeland, receive the vows
With which Chile swore at your altars
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression

Your names, brave soldiers
Who have been Chile's support
Our chests carry them engraved
Our children will also know them
May they be the cry of death
That we shout as we march to fight
That we shout as we march to fight
And sounding in the mouth of the strong
Always make the tyrant tremble
And sounding in the mouth of the strong
Always make the tyrant tremble

Sweet Homeland, receive the vows
With which Chile swore at your altars
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
That you will be the grave of the free
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression