Zamba de Mi Pago

A mournful violin
next to a deep drum
and an old harpist
bring me nostalgia from where I come
I see my beautiful countrywomen
swaying
and in their gazes
secret messages to reach

I will walk and walk
wherever I may go
but to my hometown (Santiago)
only in death will I forget

In my singer's journey
serenades at dawn
inside my soul
revive from my hometown where I come from

Piquillin and chanar
mountain of carob trees
green cactus fields
and a song in the night I will miss