Zamba de Mi Pago
Los Chalchaleros
Zamba from My Hometown
A mournful violin
next to a deep drum
and an old harpist
give me nostalgia from where I come
I see my beautiful countrywomen
swaying
and in their gazes
secret messages to reach
Chorus
I will walk and walk
wherever I may go
but to my hometown (Santiago)
only in death will I forget
In my singer's journey
dawn serenades
inside my soul
bring back memories of my hometown
Piquillin and chanar
mountain of carob trees
green groves
and a song in the night I will miss
