Translation mine.Today Chile turns 200 years old200 years oldWhere many have given their livesto make this place worthyof equality, fraternity and social justiceBut others only left behind hatred,misery, hunger, shamegiving away natural resourcesto foreign businessesthe same that exploited us for 200 yearsthe same that conquered us 500 years agoWe the exploited are fed upAnd we have nothing to celebrateCHORUS:You who are fed up with the samefairy tales, heroic deeds, odditiesYour blood is boiling, you’re enragedYou’re almost at your limitseeing the riffraff still on their thronesbecause they inherited the reins of powerYou’re sickened by the liesfrom the sons and grandsons of those same people from 200 years agoYou’re aware of the past and the presentCelebrate, celebratewhile your president lies200 years have passedThings haven’t changed muchThe same foreign surnamesare still running the gameThis song is a callto all the people, women, children, youths,students, indigenous people, workers.To those they lie to on televisionabout the celebrationlet’s celebrateabuse, deception, corruptionor not having the right to an educationuniversity is a far-away dreamfor the children of construction workers.You who are tired of fighting against the currentThis is for you, to whom El Mercurio lies every day.You who voted for the businessman and are sorry.You whose blood is burningseeing how they lie to the ignorant because they’re poor and don’t have educationto the most unconscious for not having a better sight of realityto the most individual for thinking only of themselves and not the othersto the idiot who thinks everything is just right,who doesn’t criticize, never proposes changes, and unfortunately thinks that’s normal(CHORUS)You who are a woman and whose rights have always been violatedin a country controlled by sexist macho menYou who are a boy and live in La Pintanawhose sister is 13 and probably already pregnantYour dad’s in jail, your mom does other people’s laundryin a little village called Las Condeswhere there are kids like you but who get milk to drink each morningYou who are discriminated against for having AIDS, being gay or a hookerYou who are sick from food that others don’t even get to tasteYou who are indigenous and have always been treated like trash,your culture spat upon, with so much censorshipwhile the state protects the guy with the surname “German”and let’s hope they don’t charge you as a terrorist who helps baddies666, pact with Satan, 666To you who have no bread, to you whose history professorlied to you with books by Gonzalo VialTo you whose house was raided, who were threatened, they robbed you and fled,to you whom they killed in lifeYou who have a child who’s fucked up on cocaine pasteYou who don’t get justicebecause that’s for those with money,let’s hope you have enough moneyto get to the end of the month.You who are old, your pension’s a miserylet’s hope you don’t get sick againbecause you don’t have money for the clinic, after all(CHORUS)To you who they treat like a nut for thinking differentlyYou who live in the street.You who dream of winning the lottoto get out of DICOM one daywhile your senator makes $10 millionand you have 10 million problemsYou who were forgotten after the earthquakeYou who live in the country with the worst wealth distributionYou who are a miner and a fisherman and who work for a miseryYou have nothing to celebratethe way your fucking president celebrates!
