Who would help me
To disarm your ancient history
And to pieces again to conquer
A city I want to have
For all built
And that feed whoever wants to live.
Santiago, you did not want to be the center
And you have never known the sea.
How will your streets be now
If your nights were stolen.
In my city one day died
The spring sun
To my window they went to warn me
Go, take your guitar
Your voice will be of all those who one day
They had something to tell.
I'll hit a thousand doors
Asking for your days
If they respond, they will learn to sing
We will walk your joy
From the hill to your cheeks
And from there will come a verse to my city.
Santiago, I want to see you in love
And to your inhabitant to show you without fear
In your streets you will feel my firm step
And who knows who breathes by my side.
In my city....
Sing, it's better if you come,
Your voice is missing
I want to see you in my city (bis)
In my city....
of 'Santiago del Nuevo Extremo'
Only among all we can make this a better place :)