Santiago de Chile [English translation]

There I loved a terrible woman,

always crying over the eternal smoke

of that city that was cornered

by winter signals

There I learned how to endure the cold with my skin,

and then let my body into the drizzle,

in the hands of the hard white mist

in enigmatic streets

That's not dead,

they haven't killed it

not with distance,

nor with the vile soldier

There, between the mountains, I had friends

that were brothers among the smoke bombs

There I had more than four things

that I have always desired

There our song became small

among the desperate crowd,

a powerful song of the earth

was what sang more strongly

That's not dead,

they haven't killed it

not with distance,

nor with the vile soldier

It followed me all the way, like a shadow,

the face of he that can't be seen anymore,

and Death whispered in my ear

that it would appear soon

There I felt hate, I felt shame

beggar children from the early morning,

and the desire of changing each string

for a bullet pack

That's not dead,

they haven't killed it

not with distance,

nor with the vile soldier