Puro Chile es tu cielo azulado,
puras brisas te cruzan también,
y tu campo de flores bordado,
es la copia feliz del Edén.
Majestuosa es la blanca montaña
que te dió por baluarte el Señor
y ese mar que tranquilo te baña,
te promete un futuro esplendor.
Coro: Dulce Patria recibe los votos
con que Chile en tus aras juró
que, o la tumba serás de los libres,
o el asilo contra la opresión.
National Anthem of Chile
Chile, your sky is a pure blue,
Pure breezes blow across you,
And your field, embroidered with flowers,
Is a happy copy of Eden.
Majestic is the snow-covered mountain
That was given you by the Lord as a bastion,
(repeat)
And the sea that tranquilly washes your shore
Promises future splendor for you.
(repeat previous two lines)
Chorus: Gentle homeland, accept the vows
Given, Chile, on your altars,
That you be either the tomb of the free
Or a refuge from oppression.
(repeat previous two lines three times)
Or a refuge from oppression.
(repeat four times)
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