Los Viejos Estandartes

The Old Standards

Los Viejos Estandartes

The thunder of the cannons has fallen silentCesó el tronar de cañones
The trenches now are stillLas trincheras están silentes
And down the northern roadsY por los caminos del norte
The battalions come marching homeVuelven los batallones
The squadrons returnVuelven los escuadrones
To ChileA Chile
And to their faithful sweetheartsY a sus viejos amores

On their triumphant flagsEn sus victoriosas banderas
They carry a thousand memories of gloryTraen mil recuerdos de gloria
Bullets have torn through their silksBalas desgarraron sus sedas
And their stars now bearY sus estrellas muestran
And their stars now bearY sus estrellas muestran
Honorable scars of warHonrosas cicatrices de guerra

They march beneath triumphal archesCruzan bajo arcos triunfales
Behind their valiant generalsTras de sus bravos generales
And though their bodies may be woundedY aunque pasan heridos
They stride forward with martial prideVan marchando marciales
They smile with manly graceVan sonriendo viriles
And they return undefeatedY retornan invictos

The ancient banners pass byPasan los viejos estandartes
Which fought in every clashQue en las batallas combatieron
And, stained deep with bloodY que, empapados en sangre
They led the soldiers onwardA los soldados guiaron
And draped the fallenY a los muertos cubrieron
Like a noble shroudComo mortaja noble

There they go!Ahí van
The infantrymen of bronzeLos infantes de bronce
The gunners of fire and steelFuego, artilleros de hierro
And their sabers and lances raised in the windY al viento sus sables y lanzas
To the charge!A la carga
The horsemen of silverLos jinetes de plata