Nació Mi Poesia

Like the early mornings in my town
Ardent, pure, and majestic
My traveling and free verses like the wind
Like a shooting star in the beautiful night

Because the folklore of my Valledupar
Where love is born in a thousand hearts
It eternalized in the soul of Cesar
In the joy of a thousand accordions

There are no longer adobe houses
The valley is filled with more lights
They don't sell arepas, cakes
Merengues, chiricana, and sweets
But the folklore endures

Like the Arawak in the mountains
Like the Cesar River in its splendor
With its pure waters
What beautiful melodies

That the man composes without haste
And all his friends murmur
How beautiful and great is my land
Oh, my Morenita, I invite you to the festival of my land

And feel the notes of an accordion
And understand how immense is the soul of the one who sings
Of that troubadour who reveals his love in a serenade
The children of the town do not wait for breezes

To raise their fragile kite to the wind
Today they only wait for that happy moment
That their parents allow them to party

There are no longer adobe houses
The valley is filled with more lights
They don't sell arepas, cakes, Merengues
Chiricana, and sweets

Love of my loves, you who are the wandering swallow
Stop being the wandering soul and listen to my songs
Come to my land, my glorious land of accordions
A hardworking region with a thousand gifts, surely you would stay here

My poetry was born
In my land
My poetry was born
In my land
My poetry was born
In my land
My poetry was born