Blues de Bolivia

Cocaine, cocaine, I'm going to Bolivia now.
Cocaine, marijuana, a Bolivian woman awaits me.
When I go to Bolivia, I'll walk the streets,
maybe I'll go to a cinema and then to a bar.
I'll be kind to the people, I'll give them my heart,
and at every party I'm invited to, I'll sing them my song.
Cocaine, cocaine, I'm going...
And I don't know why I'm going if I don't have any relatives,
but it's always good to get to know other countries,
especially when they say it's developing,
so I'll support them by singing my song.
Cocaine, cocaine, I'm going...
And when I'm there, I'll go to a Cultural Center
to learn about its status and historical past.
We'll share poems, stories, and geographies,
they'll tell me about their homeland,
I'll tell them about mine.
Cocaine, cocaine, I'm going...
When I return from Bolivia, I'll bring a big bag as a gift for my brothers.
Cocaine, cocaine, I'm going...
Cocaine, cocaine, the police are after me,
cocaine, marijuana, I'll end up in jail as a trafficker.
Cocaine, cocaine, the police keep it,
cocaine, marijuana, they set fire but don't burn anything.