Maturana
Maturana
El que canta es Maturana
Chileno de nacimiento
Anda rodando la tierra
Con toda su tierra adentro
Andando por esos montes
En Salta se ha vuelto hachero
Si va a voltear un quebracho
Su sangre llora primero
Chilenito
Ay, desterrado
En el vino que lo duerme
Dormido llora su pago
¿Qué será de este hacherito?
De ése que no ha sido nada
Lo irán cantando los vinos
Que ese chileno tomaba
Tal vez el carbón se acuerde
Del hombre que lo quemaba
Y que en el humo iba a cielo
Machadito, Maturana
Maturana
Maturana
The one who sings is Maturana
Chilean by birth
He travels the earth
With all his land inside
Walking through those mountains
In Salta he has become a lumberjack
If he's going to fell a quebracho tree
His blood cries first
Little Chilean
Oh, exiled
In the wine that puts him to sleep
Asleep, he cries for his homeland
What will become of this lumberjack?
Of the one who has been nothing
The wines that this Chilean drank
Will sing about him
Perhaps the coal will remember
The man who burned it
And that in the smoke went to heaven
Little ax man, Maturana