Ciudad Madre de Ciudades

The cry of my guitar
Is crying a memory
While my years burn
In the brazier of time

Stains of hot wine
Algarrobal and coyuyos
Courtyards filled with ditches
Coolness and scents of herbs

Bright mornings
Golden thirsty siestas
And those nights so blue
That dress my soul in celebration

I'm singing to you, Santiago
Mature ground in ages
Huarmi sumaj orko kari
Mother city of cities

A malambo of legends
Dancing in the looms
The woodcutters playing
In the midst of the quebrachales

The song of the vidalero
Caressing the hills
And the cry of the almamula
Shaking the mountain

Traditions of my land
That are respected for centuries
Processions with drummers
Dance prayers with orchestras

I'm singing to you, Santiago
Mature ground in ages
Huarmi sumaj orko kari
Mother city of cities