Bajando pa' Puerto Aysén

Herd of white horses,
going down to Puerto Aysén,
on the beasts there is snow,
over the ponchos too.

Circulating among black hands,
the fire of a wild horse,
serve a sip, Don Nigua,
to warm up.

Larai lararai lara
larai larairai lara,
herd on the snow,
shadows in the heart.

SPOKEN:
Blessed youth,
to warm up the heart,
brother, hurry the beasts,
the cold is starting.

Music.

Herds as a memory,
trotting at dusk,
on the back Rio Cisne,
in the eyes Puerto Aysén.

Brother, the evening wounds,
and the chill stabs,
more than the evening compadre,
are the years that weaken.

Larai lararai lara
larai lailailai lara,
herd on the snow,
shadows in the heart.

SPOKEN:
There is no longer fire to melt,
the snows of the heart,
hurry the troop brother
and pass me the wild horse.

Lai lai larai lai larai
lai lai larai lai larai
lai lai larai lai larai la.