De mi semilla
Inti-Illimani Lyrics


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De la ocarina, arcilla agreste,
Tiene mi niña cuando canta con el viento,
Cuando habla con mi acento.

De mi semilla, maíz viajero,
Creció sencilla y fue el carbón de su pelo
La luz en mi desvelo.
Yo le di el vuelo que usan sus alas,
Yo le di el cielo, le di el sol de mis desiertos
Y el son de mi silencio.

Chacarera de mi niña, sigue tu vuelo en calma,
Besa la madrugada, duerme en la luna clara,
Que yo la espero en mi ventana.

Quien tiene el hilo, frágil cometa,
Mantiene en vilo su corazón sin raíces
Sobre mis cicatrices.

Del ventisquero, gigante lento,
Beber el hielo, el tesón de andar certero
La majestad del tiempo.

Hacia mi niña mi canto canta,




Mi espera, espera porque sabe que su vuelo
Germinará en mi suelo.

Overall Meaning

The song "De mi semilla" by Inti-Illimani talks about a father watching his daughter grow up and become her own person, while reflecting on the ways he has influenced her. The first verse describes how the daughter inherited her musicality from her father, and how he taught her to soar like a bird. The second verse talks about the daughter's independence, comparing her to a fragile kite that must be held onto tightly. The chorus tells the daughter to keep flying freely, and reminds her that her father is always waiting for her to return home.


The song is filled with metaphors and imagery of nature, such as references to wind, clay, corn, and ice. These elements are used to convey the idea that the daughter is a product of her environment and her father's influence, but also that she is her own unique person with her own experiences and struggles. The song's title, which translates to "From my Seed", reinforces this idea of lineage and growth.


Overall, "De mi semilla" is a poignant and bittersweet reflection on the relationship between a parent and child, and the inevitable process of letting go and watching them forge their own path in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

De la ocarina, arcilla agreste,
My little girl has the earthy sound of an ocarina, made of rough clay, when she sings with the wind and speaks in my accent.


De mi semilla, maíz viajero,
My daughter is a traveler corn from my seed, who grew up simple and black-haired, a light in my sleepless nights.


Creció sencilla y fue el carbón de su pelo
My daughter grew simply and her hair darkened like charcoal.


La luz en mi desvelo.
She became the light that kept me awake at nights.


Yo le di el vuelo que usan sus alas,
I gave her the flight she needed to soar with her wings.


Yo le di el cielo, le di el sol de mis desiertos
I gave her the sky, and the sun from my deserts.


Y el son de mi silencio.
I gave her the sound of my silence.


Chacarera de mi niña, sigue tu vuelo en calma,
My daughter's music, calm and gentle, follows her wherever she goes.


Besa la madrugada, duerme en la luna clara,
Let her kiss the early morning and sleep under the clear moon.


Que yo la espero en mi ventana.
I await her at my window.


Quien tiene el hilo, frágil cometa,
Those who have the string to their fragile kite, hold their heart without roots,


Mantiene en vilo su corazón sin raíces
keeping it in suspense without roots to hold onto, like my heart's scars.


Sobre mis cicatrices.
My scars remind me of this.


Del ventisquero, gigante lento,
From the glacier, the mighty giant, moving slow and steady.


Beber el hielo, el tesón de andar certero
Drinking the ice and the determination to walk forward with certainty.


La majestad del tiempo.
The majesty of time.


Hacia mi niña mi canto canta,
My song sings towards my daughter.


Mi espera, espera porque sabe que su vuelo
My wait is patient because I know her flight will take root in my soil.


Germinará en mi suelo.
She will grow in my land.




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Marcelin Ortiz

De la ocarina, arcilla agreste, 
Tiene mi niña cuando canta con el viento, 
Cuando habla con mi acento. 

De mi semilla, maíz viajero, 
Creció sencilla y fue el carbón de su pelo 
La luz en mi desvelo. 

Yo le di el vuelo que usan sus alas, 
Yo le di el cielo, le di el sol de mis desiertos 
Y el son de mi silencio. 

Chacarera de mi niña, sigue tu vuelo en calma, 
Besa la madrugada, duerme en la luna clara, 
Que yo la espero en mi ventana. 

Quien tiene el hilo, frágil cometa, 
Mantiene en vilo su corazón sin raíces 
Sobre mis cicatrices.

jonny cien

este tema es precioso,,grande INTI ILLIMANI,,gracias por subirlo mariposilla

MarxAzul

linda letra..

geraldine fonda

para mi hermosa hija fran

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