En las salitreras

(Cachimbo)

If you're crossing the plains
stop by the saltpeter mines;
you'll see how they flow
miner’s sweat and blood.

If the desert feels empty
don't blame your brothers,
for time, gold, and my song
no longer go hand in hand.

The cachimbo you used to dance
has taken refuge in the mountains.
In the saltpeter mines:
sweat and blood of miners.

If you're crossing the plains
look for a dark-haired girl.
You'll see her on the road
that leads to the saltpeter mine.

Comfort her for the absence
of so many loved ones.
Don’t hold a grudge against me
for the time that’s been lost.