I say you, Gentleman, for Magallanes, I ask you my God for his future, this proud land conquered by ways that you planned Your same one. We understand that our generous bread, it is the cold that we feel every day crowned with the snow and with the wind, understand very well our presence between(among) ice and coirón, it is our struggle. Do not allow us Gentleman in temptation to fall down of leaving the land that the old men us bequeathed, make to us firm that like that we ask for it you of those that forged the big patrimony that we inherit. 

With deep fee we wait those who will come later, when tired(tiring) we should leave the struggle, those that us remplacen must come with courage, with love, hopefully, and gathering abreast the dedicated challenge, that they do not forget the people who has left the heart in this so beautiful land where its does not warm the Sun.

I believe Lord in Magellan, believe in its  fiords, its channels, its sheeps, its oil, believe in its brave people, peasants, workers, sailors, merchants and miners of the oil and students, ranchers, wayfarers, workers of Chile, that between(among) the ices and the wind they do its mother land and its  life. I believe also in its  wives, laborious and loyal, that in its  majestic abdomen they take the glorious fruit of the regional future, believe(create), believe in its cities, Gentleman, Punta Arenas and Natal, Future, Hill Hat, Cullen, Williams, Springs and also in Possession. I believe in Mulatto Chief, Dry Rio and Onaisín. I believe in Hill Dorotea and in the austral stays, they are a fertile reflex of the effort accumulated between the hoar-frost and the snow, between(among) the rain and the wind, God you are saved By Magellan, land of heroic days, of pampas, wood and wool God saves you Magellan! For the centuries of the centuries, this way be … like that be!