La Tejedora
Pedro Messone
The Weaver
Weaving nets she became a woman
The same nets saw her grow
Weaving calmly
The weaver goes, the weaver goes
Weaving net, weaving net
Weaving loves I see her pass by
Early in the morning she goes to work
That girl makes me sigh
The weaver goes, the weaver goes
Weaving net, weaving net
Don't make me fall in love, beautiful girl
I might slip
And fall into your nets, girl
Be more careful with your nets, girl
Singing magical songs she goes
Those songs that make me dream
She's the most beautiful one around
The weaver goes, the weaver goes
Weaving net, weaving net
And when I return from the wide sea
The nets broken and the skin tanned
All my effort to want to arrive
The weaver goes, the weaver goes
Weaving net, weaving net
Don't make me fall in love
For I will fall in love
And I'm going to Chiloé
To Chiloé, to Chiloé
