Si Vas Para Chile

If you're going to Chile,
I beg you to pass by where my beloved lives,
It's a little house, very cute and tiny,
That is nestled in the foothills of a hill.
Adorned by vines and crossed by a stream,
In front, there's a willow, crying and crying,
Because I love her so.

If you're going to Chile,
I beg you, traveler,
Tell her
That I'm dying of love.

The little town is called 'Las Condes',
And it's next to the hills and the sky,
And if you look from above towards the valley,
You'll see that it's bathed by a stream.

Farmers and people from the town,
Will come out to meet you, traveler,
And you'll see how they love in Chile,
A friend when they're a stranger.

If you're going to Chile,
I beg you to pass by where my beloved lives,
It's a little house, very cute and tiny,
That is nestled in the foothills of a hill.
Adorned by vines and crossed by a stream,
In front, there's a willow, crying and crying,
Because I love her so.

If you're going to Chile,
I beg you, traveler,
Tell her
That I'm dying of love.