No Me Dejes Partir, Viejo Algarrobo

Don't let me go, old carob tree
Raise a fence with your good shadow
Tie me to the root of your silence
Where sorrow turns into a bird

I come from a world full of paths
Mountain, jungle, sea, meadow, and sand
I bring a thirst for peace, so infinite!
Make a love nest for my sorrow

I was always a goodbye, a raised arm
A yaraví breaking on the rocks
When I wanted to stay, the wind came
The night came and took me with her

I saw you still for a long time in the afternoon
Nothing close to you, only your strength
Your balsamic shadow is like the kiss
Of the evening breeze on the earth

Don't let me go, old carob tree
For I no longer know how to say: See you later!
There is a deep river calling me
From the ancient valley of sorrow

May all paths be tied in you
With a strong embrace of ivy
And may there be no more noise than that of the evening
When it passes barefoot through the sand