El Lobo Chilote
Hector Pavez
The Chilote Wolf
In a coastal village
Of leaden sands
Lived an old sailor
Who sings of past pains
He was a fisherman and a wolf hunter
In those youthful years
This Chilote sailor
Like him, there’s no other
And there never will be again
Today, remembering the past
He feels a longing to cry
Thinks of his fishing boat
When he used to sail
With the rigging shivering
A strong wind is coming
He trusts in his crew
From the bow to the helm
"Hoist that sail, kid"
That’s the captain’s command
A storm is already brewing
From the heights of the sea
He returns home at ease
Joyful from his catch
This Chilote sailor
Like him, there’s no other
And there never will be again
Today, remembering the past
He feels a longing to cry
Thinks of his fishing boat
When he goes out to sail
With the rigging trembling
A strong wind is coming
He trusts in his crew
From the bow to the helm
