Run-run Se Fue Pa´l Norte

In a car of forgetfulness,
before clearing up,
from a station of time,
decided to roll.
Run-Run went up north,
I don't know when he'll come back.
He'll come back for the birthday
of our loneliness.
Three days later, a letter
with coral handwriting,
tells me that his journey
is getting longer and longer,
he's leaving Antofagasta
without a sign,
and tells of an adventure
that I'll spell out,
oh woe is me.

In the middle of a crowd
that he had to face,
a transfer because of
the last hurricane,
on a broken bridge
close to Vallenar,
with a cross on his shoulder
Run-Run had to cross.
Run-Run continued his journey
and reached Tamarugal.
Sitting on a rock
he started to ponder,
about this and that,
nevertheless,
that life is a lie
and death is truth,
empty like the hollow
of the earthly world.
Run-Run sent his letter
just to send it.
Run-Run went up north
I stayed in the south,
in between there's an abyss
without music or light,
oh woe is me.

Run-Run went up north
what are we going to do,
that's life then,
thorns of Israel,
love crucified,
crown of disdain,
the nails of martyrdom,
the vinegar and gall,
oh woe is me.
oh woe is me.
oh woe is me
oh woe is me