Un Pájaro Canta

From dream to dream
You kept coming
Friend, stone
Singing to my homeland
The wind falls silent
Your heart.

Wandering old man
Of a nostalgia
Your voice resonates
Inside my soul
My santiagueño
Land and word.

Steel horse
Is your guitar
Riding paths
Made of magic
Weaving endeavors
In your gaze.

Jacinto stone
A bird sings
The folk dance
Behind your magic
Jacinto returns
Never leave.

A murky wind
Kept taking you away
My town cries
Your abandonment
You keep singing
Far from home.

Tender little monkey
Sweet and bitter
You come from the mountain
Inside my homeland
The salamanca
Shook your hand.

The sky waits
And waits in vain
You leave with some
Dream in hand
Your star one day
Will fall in Santiago

Jacinto stone
A bird sings
The folk dance
Behind your magic
Jacinto returns
Never leave.