Cerro Murillo

Mole of Murillo Hill
You saw the Spaniards conquer Valledupar
An eternal and simple witness
To serenades and loves in the history of Cesar

Mole of Murillo Hill
Tell her that I love her, that I can't forget her
Mole of Murillo Hill
Tell her that I love her, that I can't forget her

I let my fantasy
Fly like the wind, through the hills of Cesar
Remembering prophecies
Legends and apparitions of old Valledupar

And so my soul aches
Through ancient alleys because I can't love you
And so my soul aches
Through ancient alleys because I can't love you

Hey, hey Murillo Hill
Friend of my childhood, witness to my sorrows
Tell her, tell that dark-haired girl
That I have no life since I saw her

Tell her I'll take the path
That crosses my valley and gets lost up in the mountains
Tell her I'll be the wanderer
Who, with his wandering steps, will suffer around there

They say old tales
That in the Murillo region, a rancher lived
Who, composing songs
And herding his cattle, one day ended his life

It was Don Tobias Gutierrez
A man who sang to his loves like I do
It was Don Tobias Gutierrez
A man who sang to his loves like I do

They say that at the foot of a ravine
They've seen on moonlit nights, his ghost gallop
A rider on a white horse
Who appears through the mist, riding without stopping

I wish I could be friends
With the ghost of Murillo, to accompany him in sorrow
I wish I could be friends
With the ghost of Murillo, to accompany him in sorrow

Hey, hey Murillo Hill
Friend of my childhood, witness to my sorrows
Tell her, tell that dark-haired girl
That I have no life since I saw her

Tell her I'll take the path
That crosses my valley and gets lost up in the mountains
Tell her I'll be the wanderer
Who, with his wandering steps, will suffer around there