Sirilla de la Candelaria

(The text mentions various locations on the Island of Chiloé, where the festival of the Virgin of Candelaria is celebrated)

Let’s head to Carelmapu,
Candelaria’s here, you know.
Your mom fell in the water,
trying to see the show.

Get on, Saint Peter,
get on, Saint Paul,
come on, Father Priest,
'cause the devil's in Ancud, y'all.

In the priest's little boat,
ten rowers are on the go.
The cold burns our hands,
while the old man drinks first, though.

Row, rower,
after the little fleet,
'cause Candelaria's
dancing to the beat.

In the Chacao channel,
the wind caught us by surprise.
The priest fell in the water,
and my mother-in-law took a dive.

In the procession,
a lady screams and yells,
and my girl dances
when I sing the sirilla bells.