(Hey, compadre, how do you think Carlos Vives sings ?!
What if he does not know how to sing?
Ha, what if it was.)
Those customs that there are in my land I thought
I of the gossips,
those that hide in the brush
and they are getting into someone else's life.
Do not ask,
They do not know anything about what happens in your heart,
and they are the owners of the word
and they say they are always right.
That if I'm from santa marta or if I'm from Valledupar,
That the shorts that is very modern'al singing,
Long hair is for girls, they only know how to invent,
And if now I have it cut it will be pa' disimular.
I'm free I can sing, ask Leandro Díaz. (Bis)
I met the mockers of the beyond.
And speak with Francisco the man in the mountainous area.
Then I met the people of Bogota,
They dreamed of the songs that I knew.
And I remember when innocence spoke to me with his accent of the valley,
and in his blue eyes I saw the cañaguates Reflected.
What if I'm from santa marta
or if I'm from Valledupar,
That the shorts that is very modern'al singing,
Long hair is little girls, they only know how to invent,
And if now I have it cut it will be dis'dimular.
I'm free I can sing, ask Leandro Díaz. (Bis)
They ask for me in the square e'valledupar.
Or in the house of ernandito until the next day,
The night when Emiliano heard me sing,
With the accordion of egidio the cold drop.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)