*How pure, Chile, is your blue sky*

*And how pure the breezes that blow across you*

*And your countryside embroidered with flowers*

*Is a wonderful copy of Eden*

*How majestic are the snow-covered mountains*

*That were given to you by God as protection*

*That were given to you by God as protection*

*And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores*

*Promises a splendor future for you*

*And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores*

*Promises a splendor future for you.*

*Chorus:*

*Beloved Homeland, receive the vows*

*That Chile gave you on your altars*

*That you be either the tomb of the free*

*Or a refuge from oppression*

*That you be either the tomb of the free*

*Or a refuge from oppression*

*That you be either the tomb of the free*

*Or a refuge from oppression*

*Or a refuge from oppression*

*Or a refuge from oppression*