On a hill of daggers is the night singing
Dreaming of your eyes and the day is coming to light
My box cradles your sky with lullabies of life
And the axes sore their melodies played
In the song of the birds in glass of carob trees
For salamanca deploys its magic between cardales
Salavina you have been named singers who do not forget you
While your couplets mature your rustic land hurts
Earth burned by suns where the chílanos sleep
Salitres silvery fields shaking your Santiago
The courtyard of the Acosta witnesses the absence
That little wanderer patron of misery
The tunas and the sad timiles dream your presence
Waiting for you to return to the honey of your querencia
Only among all we can make this a better place :)