Para La Finca
Las Voces Del Chañaral
For The Estate
The mountains are turning blue
The Sun lights up the vineyards
But on the estate another Sun rises
Before the rising one melts the frost
Several figures in boots and dark clothes
Wake up for mass every morning
Seminary of the estate that has a mother's name
How to forget the class mornings
With bitter mate and long breaks
And Father Buela invaded in his room
Band-aids hungry for candy
Estate of my Major Seminary
Cradle of the Incarnate Word
Carries in its land the mark of the one
Who precedes us in heaven
For Marcelo, this zamba too
You left the sea to become sky
Fiery sunsets
The Sun doesn't want to die
Desperately clings to the clouds
Like someone drowning on the horizon
And turns them pink
Although they run away in turmoil
They look better from afar
Damn it with nostalgia
There's no sky like the one in San Rafael
If the sky is like the estate
From this land, my land, thanks
May my body rest in your bosom one day
Estate of my Major Seminary
Cradle of the Incarnate Word
Carries in its land the mark of the one
Who precedes us in heaven
For Marcelo, this zamba too
You left the sea to become sky
