Si Vas Para Chile

If you go to Chile
I beg you to pass by where my beloved lives
It's a little house, very pretty and tiny
That is nestled on the hillside
Adorned by grapevines, crossed by a stream
In front there's a willow that weeps, that weeps
Because I love her
If you go to Chile
I beg you, traveler, tell her
That I'm dying of love
The little town is called Las Condes
And it's next to the hills and the sky
And if you look from above towards the valley
You'll see it bathed by a stream
Farmers and townspeople
Will come out to meet you, traveler
And you'll see how in Chile they love
The friend when he's a stranger
If you go to Chile