Vine Del Norte

I came from the north looking for a song and a cross,
and there a comet crossed, and in its wake was you.
In Madrid it would continue raining, as sad as I left it,
and in Santiago with your lights and its November I burned.

And it was after a concert, one night at your university,
there I found you again, 'Today I invite you to party.'
'I gladly accept your offer, only with one condition:
that this night doesn't end and that I don't fall in love.'

Walking through La Alameda, you started telling me
causes, coincidences, and struggles, in these days and as we passed
in front of La Moneda, you hummed a Jara song.
You looked at me, 'So tough, you have a Guevara air.'

And we entered a bar, and there someone sang a Fito song.
'At this rate I'll fall in love, I just need another pisco.'
'Forget about stories, get up there, and sing me a Silvio one.'
'Only if you give me a kiss,' and everyone sang along with me.

We left the bar drunk, holding hands,
and in the street as always the cops were messing around.
You shouted at them 'Murderers!', and we both started running.
You laughed, and in your laughter I saw myself falling.

But, 'Where have you been all this time? It's getting late, go home,'
and in your embrace from afar, I thought I heard the Parras,
singing for us. It's better if I go.
There I was, alone, shouting, without you, 'I remember you, Amanda.'

'I remember you, Amanda.'

In time I arrived back to my north, with a song and a cross,
with the wake of a comet, with your lie and with your light.
In Madrid it kept raining, just as I left it,
and in Santiago so many things, today I die to return.

Today I die to return.