Guaca

Dreaming of high things
Like your peaks
Getting drunk on the wine
Of your customs

I'm arriving in your lands
Dear Guaca
To toast to the times
That won't be forgotten

Home of my ancestors
My heritage
Of welcoming people
Straightforward and simple

Land full of stories
And traditions
Where my dreams
Bloomed and grew

Of lineage
And Santander blood
I'm from Guaca
Wherever I go
And wherever I arrive
I say it loud

Crossroad of nobles
Conquerors
With Chitareros
Always proud
I speak my mind
Straightforward

I carry in my blood
The traditions
Of my grandparents
That's why I'm joyful
For the party
I always come back
To toast again
With my friends
And I'm happy

And to our virgin
Of Socorro
I ask in the temple
That kindly
She keeps my town
The golden gate
Of my province
Old Guaca
Of my dreams

Descending from the heights
You can see your valleys
El Palmar and Isota
Of vast plains

To Salado and its
Healing waters
I’ll go to heal my soul
From its sorrows

You can hear the echo
Of ancient conquerors
Who settled your fields
In your dawns

And forged the race
Of Santander
With the fame they have
The tough ones of Guaca