Flor de Guaymallén

You are the elegant flower of the meadow
Beautiful and vibrant, my sweet love
You are the lovely local girl
The most precious one from Guaymallén

You are the saint, the good virgin
You soothe my pain with your song
I am sad, I am the lament
That sends its bitterness to the wind

On those clear moonlit nights
When the white carnation scents the air
I see you, beautiful woman
I call you the goddess of Guaymallén

I want you, dark-haired beauty
To keep this memory alive
And don’t forget that the one who adores you
Implores for your sweet love, sighing

You are the elegant flower of the meadow
Beautiful and vibrant, my sweet love
You are the lovely local girl
The most precious one from Guaymallén

On those clear moonlit nights
When the white carnation scents the air
I see you, beautiful woman
I call you the goddess of Guaymallén