En la frontera

We didn't lose our reason, we didn't lose our memory,
and it makes us happy to see the turns of history.
Injustices are sung, joy and hope,
it is sung in all times, latitudes, and changes.

Hold my heart
that is going to Santiago.
Hurry up because the pain
is very strong and hurts me.

To each their land, to each their people,
to each their space, the sun in their continent.
The proof of what I say within reach,
called by the love of the Latin American.

On the other side is the river and I can't cross it,
on the other side is the bridge and I can't cross it.
Here I wait for the answer with a yes
and I stay with you close to my country.