Canto a Mi Pueblo

In these times of war, I sing to my land
Singing brings joy to tears and leaves sadness behind
I stole a love song from the few who have believed
That there is a solution and we are not yet lost

It's a song of life, I don't sing to death
It's singing of my joy, a song to my people
I sing to hope, I sing to the light of day
To the morning sun, I sing to you: my Colombia!

And it's that my town is not bad; it's noble and hardworking
The ones who are not can be counted on the fingers of one hand
We have intelligence and great ability
We have an abundance of dignity, work, and conscience

So what is missing in my Colombian town?
With a little hope, with great human warmth
Let's regain trust and implore with our hands
For the war to end, for the inhuman to end
Let's exchange daggers and bullets for guitars
And instead of selling drugs, let's sing a traditional Colombian song

Music of my land... I carry it in my soul
It smells like my savannah and tastes like my mountains
It expresses my joy, it's the heritage of my race
If anyone wants to dance to it, they better hurry, as it's ending

It's a song of life, I don't sing to death
It's singing of my joy, a song to my people
I sing to hope, I sing to the light of day
To the morning sun, I sing to you: my Colombia