Arriba Quemando El Sol

When I went to the pampas
I carried my heart
Happy like a chirigue
But there it died on me
First I lost my feathers
And then I lost my voice

And burning sun above

When I saw the miners
Inside their room
I thought it's better to live
In their shell like a snail
Or in the shadow of the laws
Refined thief

And burning sun above

The rows of shacks
Facing each other, yes, sir!
The rows of women
In front of the only water tank
Each one with her bucket
And her face of affliction

And burning sun above

I pass by a dead town
My heart clouds over
But where people live
Death is much worse
They buried justice
They buried reason

And burning sun above

If someone says that I tell
Tales of exaggeration
I say this happens in Chuqui
But in Santa Juana it's worse
The miner no longer knows
How much his pain is worth

And burning sun above

I returned to Santiago
Without understanding the color
With which they paint the news
When the poor say no
Below the dark night
Gold, saltpeter, and coal
And burning sun above
And burning sun above