Calles de Talcahuano

Streets of Talcahuano
Death in the air
Hand in hand
People of gold seeking time
To spend it as it should be spent
As the elders said

Streets of Talcahuano
Wind that strengthens
Hands weaving
Nets that fish
Brothers' dreams
The sea collects the remnants of yesteryear
To return the harm

Life spins around
Spring crosses borders
Crying out, voice of crickets
Death to sorrow
I speak from another era

When there was a war in the port
Sons, mothers, and beasts fell
Sea tongues swallow the land
They return the same scene
And the wheel turns again

Hills cut through
Mud with mud, breaking shoes
Where old adages are written
Iron and dead asking for a shortcut
And thus dragging the mysteries

The boats return, the boats return
They cross the sky, bring the fence
Eternal struggles, strange sayings
Hope is never lost for nothing
Always showing the other side

Life spins around
Spring crosses borders
Crying out, voice of crickets
Death to sorrow
I speak from another era

When there was a war in the port
Sons, mothers, and beasts fell
Sea tongues swallow the land
And the wheel turns again

Streets of Talcahuano
Streets of Talcahuano
Streets of Talcahuano
Streets of Talcahuano