Abran La Puerta

"We won't let them close
The beautiful door that has always
Been open to life"

I won't stay at home
For I'm going to battle
I will defend the door
In the Momboy valley

I won't stay at home
For I'm going to battle
I will defend the door
In the Momboy valley

Saint Benito, play a tune
And sing with joy
For in Motatán the drums
Are already echoing through life

Saint Benito, play a tune
And sing with joy
For in Motatán the drums
Are already echoing through life

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

Let's go to Boconó
Let's go up the mountain
To kiss the garden
That forever remained
In Bolívar's eyes

Let's go to Boconó
Let's go up the mountain
To kiss the garden
That forever remained
In Bolívar's eyes

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

I'm going to tell Carache
The one with the beautiful women
To invite Betijoque
And Lomas de Bonilla

And all the little towns
That adorn the mountains
To go look for firewood
In case the fight cools down

And all the little towns
That adorn the mountains
To go look for firewood
In case the fight cools down

And to our companion Linares
With his beautiful mandolin
I'll tell him to write a song
That is a flower and a seed

To defend the door
That is to say the earth itself
From Simancas Carrasquero
The weaver of joys
From Simancas Carrasquero
The weaver of joys

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

I won't stay at home
For I'm going to battle
I will defend the door
In the Momboy valley

I won't stay at home
For I'm going to battle
I will defend the door
In the Momboy valley

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there