Matará

It will kill is a piece of history
Of the homeland and faith
It was the path of saints and heroes
Who forged the ground of yesterday

It will kill is a wooden cross
Old as its dawn
A little boy singing barefoot
With caresses of sun on the skin

It will kill, it will kill, with your Santiago sky
A friend is singing to you
For you, he is praying close to the Lord

It will kill, the one singing to you is Marcelo
From heaven, he sent his song
It's the land, the blood, the history
It's the grace of being alone in God

It will kill, we ask you to listen
To walk the path of God
And to know that there is already in heaven
A little saint who is your protector