Si Vas Para Chile
Si vas para chile,
Te ruego que pases por donde vive mi amada,
Es una casita, muy linda y chiquita,
Que está en las faldas de un cerro enclavada.
La adornan las parras y cruza un estero,
Al frente hay un sauce, que llora y que llora,
Porque yo le quiero.
Si vas para chile,
Te ruego viajero,
Le digas a ella,
Que de amor me muero.
El pueblito se llama "las condes"
Y está junto a los cerros y al cielo
Y si miras de lo alto hacia el valle,
Lo verás que lo baña un estero.
Campesinos y gentes del pueblo,
Te saldrán al encuentro, viajero
Y verás cómo quieren en chile,
Al amigo cuando es forastero.
Si vas para chile,
Te ruego que pases por donde vive mi amada,
Es una casita, muy linda y chiquita,
Que está en las faldas de un cerro enclavada.
La adornan las parras y cruza un estero,
Al frente hay un sauce, que llora y que llora,
Porque yo le quiero.
Si vas para chile,
Te ruego viajero,
Le digas a ella,
Que de amor me muero.
If You're Going to Chile
If you're going to Chile,
I beg you to pass by where my beloved lives,
It's a little house, very cute and tiny,
That is nestled in the foothills of a hill.
Adorned by vines and crossed by a stream,
In front, there's a willow, crying and crying,
Because I love her so.
If you're going to Chile,
I beg you, traveler,
Tell her
That I'm dying of love.
The little town is called 'Las Condes',
And it's next to the hills and the sky,
And if you look from above towards the valley,
You'll see that it's bathed by a stream.
Farmers and people from the town,
Will come out to meet you, traveler,
And you'll see how they love in Chile,
A friend when they're a stranger.
If you're going to Chile,
I beg you to pass by where my beloved lives,
It's a little house, very cute and tiny,
That is nestled in the foothills of a hill.
Adorned by vines and crossed by a stream,
In front, there's a willow, crying and crying,
Because I love her so.
If you're going to Chile,
I beg you, traveler,
Tell her
That I'm dying of love.