Nostalgias Santiagueñas

I pay where I was born
It's the best love
And it reminds me more
Of my long absence
Ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

Santiago that I left
With my beloved ranch
Cradle of mistoles
Charqui and quesillo
Ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

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

A stranger who goes
Always wants to stay
And from the beloved land
They usually fall in love
Ay, ay, ay, yes, yes

If death comes
I will not die happy
Until a chala pipe sounds
From my Loreto
Ay, ay, ay, yes, yes.

I will seek your mistol shadow...