Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Santiago de Chile, artist - Silvio Rodríguez.
Date of issue: 09.03.2021
Song language: Spanish
Santiago de Chile(original) |
Allí amé a una mujer terrilblellorando por el humo siempreternode aquella |
ciudad acorraladapor símbolos de invierno. |
Allí aprendí a quitar con piel el frío |
y echar luego mi cuerpo a la llovizna, |
en manos de la niebla dura y blanca, |
en calles del enigma. |
Eso no está muerto, |
no me lo mataron |
ni con la distancia |
ni con el vil soldado. |
Allí entre los cerros, tuve amigos |
que entre bombas de humo eran hermanos. |
Allí yo tuve más de cuatro cosas |
que siempre he deseado. |
Allí nuestra canción se hizo pequeña |
entre la multitud desesperada: |
un poderoso canto de la tierra |
era quien más cantaba. |
Eso no está muerto, |
no me lo mataron |
ni con la distancia |
ni con el vil soldado. |
Hasta allí me seguió, como una sombra, |
el rosto del que ya no se veia, |
y en el oído me susurró la muerte |
que ya aparecería. |
Allí yo tuve un odio, una vergüenza: |
niños mendigos de la madrugada, |
y el deseo de cambiar cada cuerda |
por un saco de balas. |
Eso no está muerto, |
no me lo mataron |
ni con la distancia |
ni con el vil soldado. |
(translation) |
There I loved a terrible woman crying for the everlasting smoke of that |
city cornered 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 hard white mist, |
in enigma streets. |
That's not dead |
they didn't kill me |
nor with the distance |
nor with the vile soldier. |
There among the hills, I had friends |
that between smoke bombs they were brothers. |
There I had more than four things |
that I have always wanted. |
There our song became small |
among the desperate crowd: |
a mighty song of the earth |
He was the one who sang the most. |
That's not dead |
they didn't kill me |
nor with the distance |
nor with the vile soldier. |
Till there he followed me, like a shadow, |
the face of which was no longer seen, |
and death whispered in my ear |
that would already appear. |
There I had a hatred, a shame: |
beggar children at dawn, |
and the desire to change every string |
for a sack of bullets. |
That's not dead |
they didn't kill me |
nor with the distance |
nor with the vile soldier. |