Santiago de Chile

There I loved a terrible woman
Crying for the eternal smoke
Of that cornered city
By symbols of winter

There I learned to take away the cold with skin
And then throw my body into the drizzle
In the hands of the hard and white fog
In streets of enigma

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier
Oh-oh-oh

There I was followed like a shadow
By the face of the one who was no longer seen
And in my ear death whispered
That it would soon appear

There I had a hatred, a shame
Beggar children of the early morning
And the desire to change each string
For a sack of bullets

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier
Oh-oh-oh

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
That is not dead (there I loved a terrible woman)
Oh-oh-oh