Viejo Pregón

The three have struck and it's calm...
din don,
din don,
din don.
Hail Mary, pure one,
din don,
the three have struck and it's calm...

Old announcement,
a colonial memory,
better times,
you make us long for,
your melody, sweet and sentimental,
old announcement,
a colonial memory.

And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.
And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.
Din don,
din don,
din don.

Oh my Santiago,
I'll never forget,
the Calicanto and the old Tajamar,
all that's left for me,
to be able to remember,
that announcement,
from the colonial times.

And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.
And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.

Music. (Guitar)

Tender prayer,
of a happy age,
happy days,
that will never return.
I feel the voice,
of the ancestral past,
old announcement,
a colonial memory.

And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.
And at the prayer,
you can hear it sung,
that announcement,
a romantic ideal.

Long live Chile,
the three have struck and it's calm...
din don,
din don,
din don.