Cepitá

Beloved of the Chicamocha River
You rise up happy, Cepitá
Protected by giants of stone
And the river's murmur
Lulls you as it flows

To your park and its leafy ceiba
Love will come with its dreams
To shoot arrows at beautiful Cepiteñas
Who will then set sail
On the waves of the river

They'll fly like butterflies
Chimeras and daydreams
In search of their freedom

Cepitá, heart of the Andes
Of the great eastern mountain range
Whoever has seen you can't forget you

Whoever leaves you will return
To seek in your moonlit nights
Illusions of a fleeting time
To swim in your tranquil river
To wander in your afternoons of boredom
Through your valley, your breeze, and your peace

Traditions that have shaped your history
Are from the soul of a warm-hearted people
Tireless fighters without glory
Who found milk and bread in your rugged cliffs

The canyon of your Chicamocha River
Has taught you that everything fades
But the hill of Loma Colada
Has seen your children return one day
And in the temple of the immaculate
Leave an offering for you, Cepitá