¿Qué Tanto Será?

I crawled on a cloud
On a coffee-colored cloud
As the clouds move on their own
I arrived at Chiloé island
At Chiloé
I like in life
The rose bush in bloom
Its beautiful thorns
Won't prick me
And if one does
How much will it be?

I passed through Lota at dawn
With the first rays of the sun
I looked down and saw Penco
Shining like a crucible
Like a crucible
I like in life
The rose bush in bloom
Its beautiful thorns
Won't prick me
And if one does
How much will it be?

What a walk, my gentlemen
The one I gave myself on my cloud
I continued on, saw a pine tree
From my cloud, I waved at it
I waved at it
I like in life
The rose bush in bloom
Its beautiful thorns
Won't prick me
And if one does
How much will it be?

I lacked skill to balance myself
When my cloud started to rain
I held onto the little strings
And like a cat, I climbed down
I climbed down
I like in life
The rose bush in bloom
Its beautiful thorns
Won't prick me
And if one does
How much will it be?

I fell into the cup of a patagua tree
I slid down its branches
I jumped into a puddle of clear water
And with the freshness, I woke up
I woke up
I like in life
The rose bush in bloom
Its beautiful thorns
Won't prick me
And if one does
How much will it be?
And if one does
How much will it be?