Santa María Kingston Nueva Orleáns

The city was left very lonely, they went on vacation...
The situation doesn't let me travel, I tie up my pants...
I'd rather go to the national park, calm on my bicycle...
The city becomes perfect for taking a nap...
Dreaming, I see the sea parties as I leave Santa Marta,
Dressed as a sailor from Gran Colombia...
And shortly after sailing, I'm already in Kingston, Jamaica...
And there's someone who tells me: 'no problem, only peace in my island!'

Chorus...
Oh...I'm enjoying the scenery...
Sailing the route of the sun, I don't need a ticket...
Oh...I'll wait for you for the journey...
With cumbia, reggae, and rock and roll, I packed your luggage...

And at the Mississippi, we finally saw the fog in the early morning...
We danced...I had come to New Orleans...a vallenato in Louisiana
It seems like I won't wake up, my itinerary doesn't end...
I already start to hear the bagpipes, Maracaibo is very close...

Chorus...
Oh...I'm enjoying the journey...
Sailing the route of the sun, I don't need a ticket...
Oh...I'll wait for you in the scenery...
With cumbia, reggae, and rock and roll, I packed your luggage...

The carnival was already in full swing when I arrived in Barranquilla...
In Ciénaga, parties of the caiman, partying in the high Guajira...
Maybe tomorrow I'll travel again and return to the valley...
Colacho will return to the festival, I already packed your luggage...