Chacarera Del Mishki Mayu

Through the mountains of Santiago
runs a silver ribbon
and those fields it crosses
seem to be adorned.

With its aroma, with its flowers
the jungle offers to pay it,
Añuritay Mishki Mayu
for the water you must give it.

Where do you come from, little water
that you seem so tired,
from far away,
from the snowy peaks.

Riverside chacarera,
sweet river chacarera,
may there be no lack of a guitar
or a good countryman to play it.

Whoever sings by the river,
sing always in a low voice,
that's how the thrushes sing
maybe because it's better that way.

The sonckoy in love
resembles the swollen river.
Oh dear, who would say
full of whirlpools.

When the river carries foam
it is known that it is rising.
Oh dear, who could
know if you are loving me.