Piñonero

Pine nut gatherer, from Moquehue
I come to the village
How many leagues
To reach Aluminé!
With my not so heavy load
And little value
Pine nut gatherer, from the land of the monkey-puzzle tree

My pack on my back
Down the hill
I, in sandals
Step by step, side by side
For tobacco, yerba mate
Salt, and some clothes
To keep spending life
Or to endure

In the hollow of a monkey-puzzle tree
I built my hut
Which in winter without dawns
It already snows
And I intend to unite my blood with your sap
And in the fruit
Pine nut gatherer, return

Spoken
When the lake doesn't see me
Through the path
When never
When never again, I reach Aluminé
I will be close to God in the foliage
And through the belly of my hut I will climb
Through the belly of my hut I will climb

Pine nut
Autumn fruit
My instinct led me to live off you
Returning with your dream of wood
To the world I would like for myself
Keep me in the embers of your centuries
I know that dead there
I will not die

Pine nut gatherer, from Moquehue
I come to the village