Nostalgias Santiagueñas

(Zamba)

The place where I was born,
it's the best fondness:
And it reminds me even more
of my long absence,
ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

Santiago that I left,
with my beloved ranch.
Birthplace of mistoles,
charqui and quesillo,
ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

(Chorus)

I will seek your mistol shadow
when tired of so much walking,
I return to my homeland,
to my Santiago,
ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

The stranger who goes,
always wants to stay,
and from the beloved land
usually falls in love,
ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

If death is to come,
I will not die content
until a chala pipe sounds
from my Loreto,
ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.