Piñonero

Pine nut gatherer from Moquehue, I come to the town
How many leagues to reach Aluminé
With my load that is not much and worth little
Pine nut gatherer from the land of the pehuén

My pack slipping 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

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

In the hollow of a pehuén I made my hut
Which in winter without dawn, it already snows
And I intend to unite my blood with your sap
And in the pine nut fruit, return

When the lake no longer sees me on the path
When I never reach Aluminé again
I will be close to God and in the foliage
Through the belly of my hut I will return

Pine nut gatherer, from Moquehue I return to the town
How many leagues to reach Aluminé
With my load, which is not much and worth little
Pine nut gatherer from the land of the pehuén

My pack slipping 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

To keep spending life
Or to endure