El Porteñito (Suave, Suave)

Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
I'm a Porteño born on this little island of Colombia
She is very pretty
Its streets are smooth and serene, like the brunette
Who lives in this place
In the evenings when the setting sun throws the world

A beautiful swirl, alone and sad
Crying over a sorrow, the illusion of an old love
They call me the little Porteño, because I was born in the port
And with my brunette there I lived happily
When I go out in the afternoons with my brunette to stroll
Everyone asks if we are going to the sea there

Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to the sea
Sit well, my black girl, because we are going to get wet there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to the sea
To the rhythm of this boat, girl, because we are going to turn over

Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to get wet
Sit well, emerald, because we are going to the salty water there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to get wet
Sit well, my little black girl, because we are going to the salty water there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow

Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to the sea
Sit well, my little black girl, because we are going to sail there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to get wet
Sit well, emerald, because we are going to the salty water there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to get wet
Sit well, my little black girl, because we are going to the salty water there
Soft, soft, soft my canoe, they cross the waves when they reach the bow
Sit well, brunette, because we are going to get wet
Sit well, my little black girl, because we are going to the salty water there