Chile

The Future Planet Chile

Spanish originalIPA transcriptionEnglish translation
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 dio por baluarte el Señor, 𝄇
𝄆 Y ese mar que tranquilo te baña
Te promete 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 𝄇
Que o la tumba serás de los libres
O el asilo contra la opresión
O el asilo contra la opresión
O el asilo contra la opresión.		[ˈpu.ɾo | ˈt͡ʃi.le‿es tu ˈsje.lo‿a.su.ˈla.ðo ǁ]
[ˈpu.ɾaz ˈβɾi.sas te ˈkɾu.san tam.ˈbjen ‖]
[i tu ˈkam.po ðe ˈflo.ɾez βoɾ.ˈða.ðo]
[ez la ˈkop.ja fe.ˈliz ðel e.ˈðen ‖]
[ma.xes.ˈtuo̯.sa‿ez la ˈβlaŋ.ka mon.ˈta.ɲa]
𝄆 [ke te ðjo poɾ βa.ˈlwaɾ.te‿el se.ˈɲoɾ |] 𝄇
𝄆 [ˈi(‿)e.se maɾ ke tɾaŋ.ˈki.lo te ˈβa.ɲa]
[te pɾo.ˈme.te fu.ˈtu.ɾo‿es.plen.ˈdoɾ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈko.ɾo]
[ˈdul.se ˈpa.tɾja | re.ˈsi.βe loz ˈβo.tos]
[koŋ ke ˈt͡ʃi.le‿en tus ˈa.ɾas xu.ˈɾo |]
𝄆 [ke‿o la ˈtum.ba se.ˈɾaz ðe loz ˈliβ.ɾes]
[o‿el a.ˈsi.lo ˈkon.tɾa la o.pɾe.ˈsjon] 𝄇
[ke‿o la ˈtum.ba se.ˈɾaz ðe loz ˈliβ.ɾes]
[o‿el a.ˈsi.lo ˈkon.tɾa la o.pɾe.ˈsjon]
[o‿el a.ˈsi.lo ˈkon.tɾa la o.pɾe.ˈsjon]
[o‿el a.ˈsi.lo ˈkon.tɾa la o.pɾe.ˈsjon ‖]		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 𝄇
𝄆 And the sea that tranquilly bathes your shores
Promises a splendor future for you. 𝄇

Chorus:
Beloved fatherland, 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
Or a refuge from oppression
Or a refuge from oppression.

Full lyrics

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According to Chilean Constitution [decree 260], only the fifth verse and the chorus are played officially as the National Anthem.

Spanish originalEnglish translation
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.

I
Ha cesado la lucha sangrienta;
ya es hermano el que ayer invasor;
de tres siglos lavamos la afrenta
combatiendo en el campo de honor.
El que ayer doblegábase esclavo
libre al fin y triunfante se ve;
libertad es la herencia del bravo,
la Victoria se humilla a su pie.

II
Alza, Chile, sin mancha la frente;
conquistaste tu nombre en la lid;
siempre noble, constante y valiente
te encontraron los hijos del Cid.
Que tus libres tranquilos coronen
a las artes, la industria y la paz,
y de triunfos cantares entonen
que amedrenten al déspota audaz.

III
Vuestros nombres, valientes soldados,
que habéis sido de Chile el sostén,
nuestros pechos los llevan grabados;
los sabrán nuestros hijos también.
Sean ellos el grito de muerte
que lancemos marchando a lidiar,
y sonando en la boca del fuerte
hagan siempre al tirano temblar.

IV
Si pretende el cañón extranjero
nuestros pueblos, osado, invadir;
desnudemos al punto el acero
y sepamos vencer o morir.
Con su sangre el altivo araucano
nos legó, por herencia, el valor;
y no tiembla la espada en la mano
defendiendo, de Chile, el honor.

V (verso oficial)
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 dio por baluarte el Señor,
Y ese mar que tranquilo te baña
te promete futuro esplendor.

VI
Esas galas, ¡oh, Patria!, esas flores
que tapizan tu suelo feraz,
no las pisen jamás invasores;
con tu sombra las cubra la paz.
Nuestros pechos serán tu baluarte,
con tu nombre sabremos vencer,
o tu noble, glorioso estandarte,
nos verá, combatiendo, caer.		Chorus:
Sweet 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

I
The bloody fight has ceased;
and yesterday’s invader is now our brother;
three centuries we washed the affront
fighting in the field of honor.
That who yesterday was a slave
is free and triumphant today;
freedom is the heritage of the brave,
Victory lies shameful to his feet.

II
Rise, Chile, with a spotless forehead;
you conquered your name on the fight;
always noble, constant and courageous
the children of the Cid found you.
May your free calmly crown
the arts, industry and peace,
and may they sing songs of your triumph
to intimidate the daring despot.

III
Your names, brave soldiers
who have been Chile’s mainstay,
they are engraved in our chests;
our children will know them as well.
May they be the death cry
that comes out when we march to the fight,
and ringing in the mouth of the strong
they always make the tyrant tremble.

IV
If the foreign cannon intends
to invade, daring, our people;
let’s draw our arms
and know victory or death.
With its blood the proud Mapuches
inherited its courage to us;
and the sword doesn’t tremble in the hand
of that who defends the honor of Chile.

V (official verse)
Pure, Chile, is your bluish sky
Pure breezes cross you as well
And your flower-embroidered fields
Are the happy copy of Eden
Majestic are the white mountains
That the Lord gave you as a bastion
And that sea that tranquilly bathes your shore
Promises you a future splendor.

VI
That pride, oh, Homeland!, those flowers
growing on your fertile soil,
may they never be stepped on by invaders;
may your shadow cover them with peace.
Our chests will be your bastion
in your name we will know how to win,
or your noble, glorious emblem
will see us fall in the fight.

1973–1990 lyrics

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The following lyrics were used during the military regime in the country. Both the 5th and 3rd verses were used.

Spanish originalEnglish translation
I
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 dio 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 𝄇
Que o la tumba serás de los libres
O el asilo contra la opresión
O el asilo contra la opresión
O el asilo contra la opresión.

II
Vuestros nombres, valientes soldados,
que habéis sido de Chile el sostén,
nuestros pechos los llevan grabados;
los sabrán nuestros hijos también.
Sean ellos el grito de muerte
𝄆 que lancemos marchando a lidiar, 𝄇
𝄆 y sonando en la boca del fuerte
hagan siempre al tirano temblar. 𝄇

Coro		I
Pure, Chile, is your bluish sky
Pure breezes cross you as well
And your flower-embroidered fields
Are the happy copy of Eden
Majestic are the white mountains
𝄆 That the Lord gave you as a bastion 𝄇
𝄆 And that sea that tranquilly bathes your shore
Promises you a future splendor. 𝄇

Chorus:
Sweet Fatherland receive the vows
With which Chile swore at your altars
𝄆 Either the tomb of the free you will be
Or the refuge against oppression 𝄇
Either the tomb of the free you will be
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression.

II
Your names, brave soldiers
who have been Chile’s mainstay,
they are engraved in our chests;
our children will know them as well.
May they be the death cry
𝄆 that comes out when we march to the fight, 𝄇
and ringing in the mouth of the strong
they always make the tyrant tremble. 𝄇

Chorus