La Amorosa
Los Chalchaleros
The Loving One
My lips burn for you
dying of love
because you are my owner, from Santiago
of my heart.
Trembling you return to me
leaving me in your goodbye
your small hands, from Santiago
of my heart.
Chorus
My eyes will sleep on your hair
like the sun in the fields
loving flower of my land
honey from Santiago, sweet like the mistol.
My dreams dream of you, from Santiago
of my heart.
My eyes cry for you
tears of passion
if you disdain me, from Santiago
of my heart.
I pray your name when leaving
calling me your voice
smiling face, from Santiago
of my burning heart.
