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Pure, Chile, is your blue sky
Pure breezes cross you as well
And your flower-embroidered fields
Are the happy copy of Eden
Majestic is the white colored mountain
That was given to you as a bastion by the Lord
That was given to you as a bastion by the Lord
And that sea that quietly washes your shore
Promises you a future splendor
And that sea that quietly washes your shore
Promises you a future splendor
Chorus
Sweet Fatherland accept 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
Either the tomb of the free you will be
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression
Or the refuge against oppression