Amalaya a good spite, a four and a bottle
A clear throat, a sky full of stars,
A chinchorro and a horse, a dog and a lantern
And sing a good sentimental passage for her
To stand in the window until dawn,
Repeat it and repeat it until it hurts.
As I long for the spontaneous customs of my land
Anyone who has left and does not remember her
You must have a stone in your heart chest.
Amalaya a cachilapo pa? put it in a box
Eat soft cachapa with llanera butter
The buffaloes and hallacas that my grandmother prepared.
Go to the coleados bulls and visit the galleras, play trick
And ajiley and bet what you want, throw rest every
Ratico pa? that beat the race. Tuning a guitar and
Sing a ranchera or a bolero in love with the great
Felipe Pirela pa? dawn well drunk in the corner
From a sidewalk.
Amalaya friends when I was a boy
Those who played with me with an average beanbag
Gurrufio, spin and saranda, can e? sardine with earth.
I remember the lagoon, the way to school, the
Face of the teacher who by the way was severe, the recess
And the candies of? Apas in the cellar. Amalaya that
Conuco and the plum bush my top hat, my
Alpargatas so good and an old bicycle that braked with
The sole.
Amalaya a harp hit in time of periquera, two
Copleros face to face without hesitation on the rope, without offense or
Screen as Florentine was. How much I would not like to go back
To see the work of good order and taste the last
Or a coffee sweetened with paper and panela, if I could return
The time this I would like but s? that is impossible today alone
Memories remain now I have to say amalaya who could
Only among all we can make this a better place :)