Canto a García Rovira

García Rovira, you rise up
Above the hills of Santander
Your surroundings have all the charm
That the soul of a woman bears

In the mist of your mountains
Live the dreams from my childhood
That gave wings to my hope
That's why I want to see you again

García Rovira, a lovely province
For your children, a dreamland
The kindest of all regions
For your beauty and your simplicity

The Chicamocha sings to you as it flows
Because it remembers who you were
You, the heroine of a thousand battles
For your desire was always to win
You, the strongest yet forgotten
Of the provinces of Santander

I dream one day to return to Guaca
To pass through San Andrés once more
To cross Pangote, Molagavita
To see Málaga all over again

Cerrito and Concia will know I've returned
And there in Miranda, I will sing
To our Virgin of Remedies
And I will continue on my way

From La Peña, I'll go to Enciso
From Carcasí to San Miguel
And in distant Macaravita
I will greet the great snow-capped peak

I'll ask for goat in Capitanejo
And enjoy its scorching climate
Cepitá knows that by the river
To its lands, I will surely go