Chaltén

Mother rock, father sky
Your tears rest at the foot of the glaciers
And each star settles on your white peak
Illuminating the path of silences

Mother rock, (Mother rock) father sky (Father sky, oh)
Sometimes my soul is carried away, with a herd
Then my white pine climbs your path
And my eyes remain in your mystery

Mountain, mountain of my Patagonia
You don't know Chaltén, how much I love you
When the snow collapses
And the winds sing in your crevices
In the pure language... of my race...

Aonikenk (Aonikenk Aonikenk), Chaltén
Aonikenk (Aonikenk Aonikenk), Chaltén
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh..., oh...

Mother rock, father sky
The god worshiped by the Tehuelche painted the Morning Star
And I, who live on your slope spending time
I sing to you wading through the river of memories

Mother rock, (Mother rock) father sky (Father sky, oh)
Brother of my vigil, I want to be a mountain
To surpass you in eternal stone heights
Always standing on the earth

Mountain, mountain of my Patagonia
You don't know Chaltén how much I love you
When the snow collapses
And the winds sing in your crevices
In the pure language... of my race...

Aonikenk (Aonikenk Aonikenk), Chaltén
Aonikenk (Aonikenk Aonikenk), Chaltén
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh...