Norte Azul de Mi Santiago

Sweet love song of the mistoles
My heart feels you in the guitars
Like sunlight of hope

I return to your love the honey of the land
to sweeten the peace of my nostalgia
Always to the blue north of my Santiago

I go the way you loved
To find the sky of your face
And my voice fills with vidalas
And my heart is a box
I return joyfully by the river of your love
Together we will forge through the land of both
Santiago