A Barranquilla

A joyful song I bring from the valley
for this precious land
where there are women with a beautiful figure
and they call it the sandy city (Repeat).

For Barranquilla, the queen of the sea
where I left behind
part of my life (Repeat).

There are very elegant women there
of unmatched beauty
with radiant eyes and red lips
the taste of ripe fruit (Repeat).

With a rhythmic walk, the woman from Barranquilla
like a royal palm tree
graceful in the sand (Repeat).

In the murmur brought by the breeze
that whispers to me from the north
comes a message of song and laughter
from those who know you (Repeat).

Divine treasure of this pleasant land
you are the golden gate
to my beautiful homeland (Repeat).