Lyrics of Santiago De Chile - Miguel Rios

Santiago De Chile (original)

Allí amé a una mujer terrible
Llorando por el humo siempre eterno
Y aquella ciudad acorralada por símbolos de invierno
Allí aprendí a quitar con piel el frío
Y allá todo mi cuerpo a la llovizna
En manos de la niebla dura y blanca
Por calles del enigma
Eso no está muerto, no me lo mataron
Ni con la distancia no con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto, no me lo mataron
Ni con la distancia no 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 no con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto, no me lo mataron
Ni con la distancia no con el vil soldado
Hasta allí me siguió como una sombra
El rostro del que ya no se veía
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 no con el vil soldado
Eso no está muerto, no me lo mataron
Ni con la distancia no con el vil soldado

(translation)

There I loved a terrible woman
Crying for the ever eternal smoke
And that city cornered by symbols of winter
There I learned to remove the cold with skin
And there my whole body in the drizzle
In the hands of the hard white mist
Through streets of enigma
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not with the vile soldier
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not 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've always wanted
There our song became small
Among the desperate crowd
A mighty song from the earth
He was the one who sang the most
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not with the vile soldier
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not with the vile soldier
Until there he followed me like a shadow
The face of which was no longer seen
And in my ear whispered the death that would already appear
There I had a hate, a shame
Early morning beggar children
And the desire to trade each string for a sack of bullets
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not with the vile soldier
That's not dead, they didn't kill me
Not even with the distance, not with the vile soldier