Hijo de Cortés [English translation]

Don’t call me son of Cortes

Neither of Aguirre nor of Pizarro,

We are not distant relatives

Or, in any case, as related

As an Italian would be

To Caligula or Nero

Don’t call me son of Cortes

Nor confuse people with sovereign

The same way that a Chilean or a Peruvian

Has no reason for being a brother

Of Fujimori or Pinochet.

Let’s toast with chelas and pisco

Let’s not make from history a fraud

From Tierra de Fuego

All the way to Río Grande;

To your health

To your health

To your health

To your health

Don’t call me son of Cortes

Nor of Isabel ”La Marrana,"

I was not born from her bed

La Malinche didn’t breastfeed me either

And I don’t have a reason to hide

That in this land

I have my home

Don’t call me son of Cortes

Don’t say any more swear words

Because Moctezuma never took revenge

Of this, your sincere and idiot brother

Let’s burry the resentment once and for all

Because it’s a very bad counselor

Let’s toast with chelas and pisco

Let’s not make from history a fraud

From Tierra de Fuego

All the way to Río Grande;

To your health

To your health

To your health

To your health!