Niña, sube a la lancha

Girl, get on the boat,
oh girl, hurry up;
the wind is favorable,
we're going to Chiloé.

The work will be hard
in the heights of the sea,
the work will be hard,
girl come sail with me.

Girl, get on the boat,
the sea calls us calmly,
crossing through the channels
I will take you to the altar.

Let's imagine, my love,
the Minga of Chiloé,
dancing the 'pericona'
how happy I will feel.

Girl, get on the boat
as the wind is picking up.
We're not leaving tonight
maybe we won't leave at all.

The wind is already separating us,
the moon doesn't shine anymore.
You didn't get on the boat,
oh girl, you're crying.