We dance on Chilean earth 

more beautiful than Lia and Raquel:

the earth that kneads men, 

their lips and hearts without bitterness.

The land most green with orchards, 

the land most blond with grain, 

the land most red with grapevines, 

how sweetly it brushes our feet!

Its dust molded our cheeks, 

its rivers, our laughter, 

and it kisses our feet with a melody 

that makes any mother sigh.

For the sake of its beauty, 

we want to light up fields with song. 

It is free, 

and for freedom we want 

to bathe its face in music.

Tomorrow we will open its rocks; 

we will create vineyards and orchards; 

tomorrow we will exalt its people. 

Today we need only to dance!
 
 
 

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