La Guajirita

Beautiful!

In La Guajira land of beautiful women
Is where I met a lovely brunette
Her beautiful eyes resemble two little stars
Like the ones that come out in December, on Christmas Eve

Her beautiful eyes resemble two little stars
Like the ones that come out in December, on Christmas Eve

If I call her, it's because I love her
If I hear her beautiful voice
If I write to her, I fall ill
Oh, remembering the Guajirita

There in the land of India Catalina
Every year the most beautiful women come
And if the Guajira presents herself again
She wins the contest in Cartagena

And if the Guajira presents herself again
She wins the contest in Cartagena

When all have paraded
Face to face for the most beautiful
The jury will give the verdict
Oh, in favor of the Guajira

The beautiful eyes that this girl has
Can only be compared to the stars
And when she comes out with all the candidates
She will be chosen as the national queen

And when she comes out with all the candidates
She will be chosen as the national queen

Oh, if the jury looks at her directly
The Guajirita moves them
And immediately the people say
She is undoubtedly the most beautiful