Santiago de Chile

There I loved a terrible woman
Crying for the eternal smoke
Of that cornered city
By symbols of winter

There I learned to remove the cold with skin
And then throw my body into the drizzle
In the hands of the pure and white fog
In streets of enigma

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier
That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

There among the hills I had friends
Who amidst smoke bombs were brothers
There I had more than four things
That I have always desired

There our song became small
Among the desperate crowd
A powerful chant of the earth
Was the one that sang the most

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance nor with the vile soldier
That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier

Up to there followed me like a shadow
The face of the one who was no longer seen
And in my ear death whispered
That it would soon appear

There I had hatred, shame
Beggar children of dawn
And the desire to exchange each string
For a bag of bullets

That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier
That is not dead
They didn't kill it
Not with the distance
Not with the vile soldier