Si Vas Para Chile

If you go to Chile
I beg you to stop by where my beloved lives
It's a little house, very nice and small
Which is nestled on the slope of a hill
It is adorned by vines, and crossed by a stream
In front of us there is a weeping willow, weeping
Because I love her

If you go to Chile
I beg you, traveler, to tell her
I'm dying of love
The town is called Las Condes
And it is next to the hills and the sky
And if you look from above towards the valley
You will see that it is bathed by a stream

Peasants and townspeople
They will come out to meet you, traveler
And you'll see how they want it in Chile
To a friend when he is a stranger
If you go to Chile