Según el favor del viento [English translation]

Lead bay the favour of the wind

The woodcutter is sailing

Left behind are the baracks

To get into the port

If he goes south or north

The boat goes groaning, I'm crying

If I'm hungry or tired, I leave, I leave

The Pellin-fish comes from the north

Colouring in secret

They'll have to sell him in Castro

Although the rain may be open

Or the sun may burn from above

Like a hell without doors, I'm crying

Or the sea may be in trouble, I leave, I leave

In one corner of the ship

The tar is boiling

At one side peeling potatoes

Are the hands of some island girl

She could be the Indians mother

His sister or his companion

I'm crying when sailing entire moons

I leave, I leave

It's not the life of a man from Chiloe

He's got no letters nor courts

He's got tamango sandals on his feet

Milcao-fish and chilli in his body

Pellin-fish to make him warm

Against the cold of the governments

I'm crying

As they're breaking

His bones, I leave, I leave

Wake up, man, wake up

Wake up for just a moment

Wake up all my country

Before the skys open up

And the furious thunder comes down

With the trumpet of Saint Peter

I'm crying and wipe clean the

Ministeries, I leave, I leave

I'd like to die singing

On a woodcutter's boat

And to cultivate in his waters

A book more just

With letters of gold which say

There's no home for the island people

I'm crying, not even wind for

His woodcutters, I leave, I leave