Lautaro

[Zaturno]
Lautaro was a thin arrow.
Elastic and blue was our father.
His first age was only silence.
His adolescence was dominion.
His youth was a directed wind.
He prepared himself like a long spear.
He accustomed his feet to the waterfalls.
He educated his head in the thorns.
He executed the guanaco tests.
He lived in the snow burrows.
He stalked the food of the eagles.
He scratched the secrets of the cliff.
He entertained the fire petals.
He nursed from cold spring.
He burned in the infernal throats.
He was a hunter among the cruel birds.
His hands were stained with victories.
He read the night's aggressions.
He held the sulfur collapses.

[Zaturno]
The blood touches a quartz corridor.
Thus Lautaro is born from the earth.
The stone grows where the drop falls.
Where the drop falls. (x2)

[Tapia Rabia]
Spain, entered to the south of the world
Overwhelmed, the high Spaniards explored the snow
The Bío Bío, serious river, told Spain to stop
The forest of maitenes whose green threads
Hang like rain tremors
Told Spain not to continue
The silent frontier titan larch
Thundered its word
But to the depths of my homeland
The invader fist dagger reached the Imperial river
On whose shore my heart dawned in the clover
Entering the hurricane in the morning, the wide flow of herons went

[Zaturno]
The blood touches a quartz corridor.
Thus Lautaro is born from the earth.
The stone grows where the drop falls.
Where the drop falls. (x2)

[Tapia Rabia]
The hazelnut of Araucanía
Waved bonfires and clusters
Where the rain slid
Over the group of purity
Everything was entangled with fragrances
Soaked in green and rainy light
And in every bush of bitter smell
Was a deep bouquet of winter
Or a lost marine formation

[Zaturno]
The blood touches a quartz corridor.
Thus Lautaro is born from the earth.
The stone grows where the drop falls.
Where the drop falls. (x2)