Santiago De Chile - Miguel Rios

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

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