A usted, señor, me dirijo [English translation]

I'm addressing you, sir

You who are born in this land,

You, legitimate son of a bitch and Chilean dog

You, who are proud of being the great warden,

Of being the great traitor, great traitor and liar

You, who have the hands stained with human blood,

You, who have life and soul damned.

Why are you so scared

that the people is in the street,

that they laugh, that they march,

that they yell, that they sing?

You, who keeps the treasure of your industrial masters,

You, who are a specialist in hellish tortures,

You, who with so much death you want to fill yourself with glory,

You, who want to arrest the walking of history,

You, who will become after our final victory

A disgraceful memory of putrefaction and garbage.

You, who will be conscious of your near defeat

Who knows that if isn't today, it could be tomorrow.