En los altos de Colombia
Isabel Parra
In the highlands of Colombia
(Cueca)
My life, and in the highlands of Colombia,
my life, there's a paper in the air, yes, ay, ay, ay,
my life, with golden letters that say,
my life, with my love I don't beg anyone, yes, ay, ay, ay.
My life, and in the highlands of Colombia, yes, ay, ay, ay.
Look, pretty girl,
who supports you?
The highlands of Colombia
that come and go, yes, ay, ay, ay.
That come and go, yes,
body of wire,
lend me your comb
to comb my hair, yes, ay, ay, ay.
Go, body of wire
to comb my hair.
