Nuestro cobre - Quilapayun

Nuestro cobre

La carne de la pampa

Enclavado en la tierra colorada

Que vive allá en el norte

Empapado de sol y de montaña

Motivo de los hombres

Y mezclado con la sangre y con el alma

De todo un pueblo pobre

Nuestro cobre

Nacido entre los cerros

Y robado por manos extranjeras

Cambiado por dinero

No era Chile quien bebía de tu savia

No eran los mineros

Y te hacían cañón y te ponían

En contra de los pueblos

Nuestro cobre

Ahora estás en casa

Y la patria te recibe emocionada

Con vino y con guitarras

Son tus dueños los mismos que murieron

Porque no te llevaran

Y de aquí ya no te mueven ni con sables

Ni tanques ni metrallas

Nuestro cobre

La carne de la pampa

Enclavado en la tierra colorada

Que vive allá en el norte

Como un niño que nunca imaginó

La dicha de ser hombre

Has vencido para bien de los chilenos

Ya no seremos pobres

De tus frutos saldrá la vida nueva

Vendrán tiempos mejores

Para siempre el cobre está en las manos

De los trabajadores

our copper

The meat of the pampas

Nestled in the red land

who lives there in the north

Sun drenched and mountain

men's motive

And mixed with the blood and with the soul

Of an entire poor town

our copper

Born among the hills

And stolen by foreign hands

exchanged for money

It was not Chile that drank from your sap

They were not the miners

And they made you a cannon and put you

Against the peoples

our copper

now you are home

And the country receives you excited

With wine and with guitars

Your owners are the same ones who died

Why won't they take you

And from here they don't even move you with sabers

Neither tanks nor shrapnel

our copper

The meat of the pampas

Nestled in the red land

who lives there in the north

Like a child who never imagined

The joy of being a man

You have won for the good of Chileans

We will no longer be poor

From your fruits will come new life

Better times will come

Forever the copper is in the hands

From the workers