Costeñera

Bathed by suns, black hair
sprinkled by the foam of the Magdalena River
clothed by the strong wind in the breeze
anxious and thirsty she goes along the shore.

Plant, plant your waist,
forget your sorrows now,
think that you are a good thing
of your life, coastal road.

Conversing alone with her river friend
when a black sorrow envelops him more
you try to explain your love affairs to him
and in his nest of tears he begs you to return.
She forgets her sorrows in the ranch
the drums are heard, rhythm in full swing
and in a circle formed with the shouting
anxiously they call for you to join them.

Plant, plant your waist,
forget your sorrows now,
think that you are a good thing
of your life, coastal road.