La Exiliada Del Sur

I left an eye in Los Lagos
Due to a casual oversight
The other stayed in Parral
In a drinks club
I remember that a lot of havoc
As a child he saw my soul
Miseries and treacheries
They knot my thoughts
Between the waters and the wind
I get lost in the distance

My right arm in Buín
It remained, gentlemen listeners
The other for Saint Vincent
I don't know for what purpose
My chest in Curacautín
I see him in a little garden
My hands, in Maitencillo
Greetings in Pelequén
My blouse in Perquilauquén
Collect some minnows

I got tangled in San Rosendo
One foot crossing a corner
The other in the Quiriquina
I am sinking into the seas
my discontented heart
He beat with sorrow in Temuco
And he cried to me in Calbuco
Cold because of a frost
I go, I straighten my march
On the slope of Chacabuco

I leave my nerves in Graneros
The blood in San Sebastián
And in the city of Chillán
The calm brought me down to zero
My kidney in goatherd
Destroy a walk
And on a street in Itata
My instrument broke
And he left for the Birth
A silver morning

Disembarking in Riñihue
Violeta Parra was seen
No strings on the guitar
No leaves in the coligüe
A band of chirigües
He came to give a concert
Disembarking in Riñihue
Violeta Parra was seen