La Vengo a Dejar

It's burning in my chest
The tune of a folk song
And I walk alone through the countryside
I don't have a drum, nor a box

Life is all paths
All sand and distance
And this folk song consuming
My heart with its ember

Up there above the mountains
The round Moon passes
Oh if it could help me
Oh if the Moon came down

If I had her in my arms
I would have the best drum
To play it softly
While I let go of the folk song

To sing to Mailín
To Añatuya and La Banda
To Herrera, to Suncho Corral
To Salavina and Barrancas

And walk through all of Santiago
With the Moon as my box
Then get lost in the mountains
Looking for the mythical creature

I raise my drum and sing
A song for my homeland
It's all I have
It's my only possession
I'm here to leave it

One must not be from Santiago
If they don't know how to sing
That's why I bring this folk song
It's my only possession
I'm here to leave it

Oh my beloved Santiago
It's my only possession
I'm here to leave it