CHORUS
We are free, let's always be so
and may the sun deny its light
if we fail the solemn vow
that the motherland swore to the Eternal One.
For a long time the oppressed Peruvian
dragged the ominous chain;
condemned to a cruel servitude
for a long time, he cried in silence.
But once the sacred cry
Freedom! In its coasts, it was heard
the slave's indolence shakes,
the humiliated neck he raised.
Already the roar of angry chains
that we heard three centuries of horror,
from the free to the sacred cry
which the world heard astonished, ceased.
Everywhere Saint Martin inflamed,
Freedom, freedom, he pronounced,
and rocking the base of it the Andes
They announced it, also with one voice.
With its influence, the people awaken
and like lightning the opinion spread;
from the isthmus to the lands of fire
From the fire to the frozen region.
Everyone swears to break the link
that nature denied both worlds,
and break that scepter that Spain,
She leaned proudly on both of them.
Lima, fulfill that solemn vow,
and, severe, her anger showed,
to the impotent tyrant throwing,
who tried to prolong his oppression.
At his effort, they sealed the crickets
and the furrows that he repaired in himself,
They fueled hatred and revenge
that he would inherit from the Inca and Lord of him.
Compatriots, no more seeing her as a slave
if she humiliated three centuries she moaned,
forever let us swear her free
maintaining its own splendor.
Our arms, until today unarmed
They are always priming the cannon,
that one day the beaches of Iberia
They will feel the terror of its roar.
At their summit the Andes hold
the two-color flag or pennant,
that to the centuries announce the effort
that being free, he gave us forever.
In its shadow let us live peacefully,
and when the sun rises through its peaks,
let's renew the great oath
that we surrender to the God of Jacob.
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