La Gorostiaguista
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
The Gorostiaguista
At the tip of a dagger, Sir Manuel Gorostiaga
Has sworn, fought, to conquer or die
And risks his life to triumph
The Sun trembles, as it kisses the edge of the marsh
Why does the wind whistle
And chest as it passes by
Death comes dancing in a zamba
In the light A song from the soul of Santiago
And the Gorostiaguista is going to mix
Becoming a song and the verses of guitar playing
And the Gorostiaguista is going to mix
Becoming a song while playing the guitar
In the fight, mercilessly it turns into tears in the salt flat
The sound of the cricket in the carob forest
The strumming and the drums beating
In the light it always is, behind the nightfall
This zamba whistling memories that go
Stringing necklaces of sunset
In the light A song from the soul of Santiago
And the Gorostiaguista is going to mix
Becoming a song and the verses of guitar playing
And the Gorostiaguista is going to mix
Becoming a song while playing the guitar
