| You ask me how it was | 
| I harass the one I got | 
| you stick your tongue in my head | 
| In my thinking, in me something | 
| And well, I'll let you assume that | 
| I left my town | 
| That I fled breaking the crude | 
| Threshold like a terrified cougar | 
| But I assure you that I do not | 
| They have removed nothing | 
| Since from this earth I do not | 
| They will be able to separate | 
| Well, how are they going to steal my | 
| Volcano and its volcano | 
| Divert from my soul the hole | 
| Of the river with its estuary | 
| Hack me in the landscape the tree | 
| with its rigging | 
| Kill me in the middle of the rude | 
| Louse with his louse | 
| Burn with a usual stove mi | 
| Book and its livery | 
| Join the yatagan with my pain | 
| and your pain | 
| Make water in temporary mi | 
| Boat with your boot | 
| Beat my spell retreat and | 
| his conjuring | 
| Vibrate the string of my solfeggio | 
| with his solfa | 
| You ask me how it was | 
| I harass the one I got | 
| You put your eye to look at the | 
| station of my memory | 
| And I well grant that in the end | 
| they won the battle | 
| What remains to be known is the result | 
| From the war | 
| But I confess that I don't | 
| I missed a grain of pollen | 
| Since from this earth I do not | 
| They will be able to separate | 
| Well, how are they going to exhaust my | 
| Case with your house | 
| Slim my neighborhood sack | 
| with your plunder | 
| Yoke my universal song of | 
| Cricket in his shackle | 
| empty my content | 
| Araucano and its araucaria | 
| Dig with funereal pleasure my | 
| Tumbo with his grave | 
| Slow down my turbulence | 
| Gesta with your gesture | 
| The shock of my hopefuls | 
| With your hard wait | 
| The baggage of exile is my | 
| smoke suitcase | 
| Since from this earth I do not | 
| They will be able to separate |