Nostalgias Santiagueñas

The place where I was born, it’s the best home
And it reminds me more
Of my long absence, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!

Santiago that I left, with my beloved ranch
Cradle of the mistoles
Dried meat and cheese, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!

I’ll seek your mistol shade
When I’m tired from all this wandering
I’ll return again to my hometown
To my Santiago, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!

A stranger who comes, usually stays
And from the beloved ground
He tends to get attached, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!

If death is coming
I won’t die happy
As long as I don’t hear a whistle
From my Loreto, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!

I’ll seek your mistol shade
When I’m tired from all this wandering
I’ll return again to my hometown
To my Santiago, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!