Arriba Quemando El Sol

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

And above burning the Sun

When I saw the miners
Inside your room
I told myself I better live
In its shell the snail
Or the shadow of the laws of the
Refined thief

And above burning the Sun

The rows of shacks
Face to face yes, sir!
The rows of women
In front of the only pylon
Each one with her bucket
And with his face of affliction
And above burning the Sun

We went to the grocery store
To buy the ration
20 items do not count
The reduction of rigor
With empty baskets
We returned to the pension

And above burning the Sun

dry area of the pampas
I fly a poster
However they come and go
liquor bottles
Of course they are not from the poor
Contraband what do I know?

And above burning the Sun

I pass through a dead town
My heart is clouded
Although where people live
Death is much worse
They buried justice
They buried the reason

And above burning the Sun

If someone says that I dream
Pondering Tales
I say that this happens in chuqui
But in Santa Juana it is worse
The miner no longer knows
What your pain is worth

And above burning the Sun

I returned to Santiago
If you understand color
What do they paint the news with?
When the poor man says no
Down with the dark night
Gold, saltpeter and coal
And above burning the Sun
And above burning the Sun