Vine Del Norte [English translation]

I came from the North searching for a song and a cross,

there a comet passed over, and in its wake was you.

In Madrid it would continue raining, as sad as when I left,

and in Santiago with your lights and your November I burned.

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And it was after a concert, one night at your University,

there I met you again, "Today I invite you to party."

"Gladly I accept your offer, with one condition:

that does not end tonight and I do not fall in love."

Walking along the Alameda, you started to talk about

the causes, incidents and struggles, of these days and passing

the front of La Moneda, you hummed something by Jara.

You looked at me, "Now so hard, you have an air of Guevara."

We went into a bar and there someone was singing Fito.

" This is where I fall in love, I only need one more pisco."

"Forget the stories, get up there, and sing me one by Silvio."

"Only if you give me a kiss, and everyone sings along.”

We left the bar drunk, holding one another’s hand,

and in the street as always fucking things up were the pigs.

You yelled at them: "murderers!", and we started to run.

You laughed, and in your laugh I saw myself fall.

But, "Where have you been all this time?" It's late, go home,"

and in your embrace from far away thought I heard the Parras,

singing for us. “It will be better if I go.”

There I was, alone, crying out, without you,"Te recuerdo, Amanda."

"I remember you, Amanda."

At the time I reached my North, with a song and a cross,

in the wake of a Comet, with your lie and your light.

In Madrid was still raining, just as I left it,

and in Santiago so many things, now I'm dying to go back.

Today I'm dying to go back.

• Artist:Ismael Serrano
• Album:La memoria de los peces