Currambera

Remember the morning you saw
Down Prado Street to school
Singing in the nirvana of your solitude
It seemed like calling your hair to the wind

Currambera
Showing off your skirt
Cumbiambera
Moving your hips

You flew very high
The waves of the sea await you
With your bare feet
Little girl in a skirt

You flew very high
Your boat already raised its sails
They are your white dreams
Barranquilla girl

How well they dance, how well they dance
How well they dance the Barranquilla girls
How well they dance, how well they dance
With their waist moving the skirt

How well they dance, how well they dance
Suddenly the party caught fire
How well they dance, how well they dance
How well they dance on Via 40

Currambera
Showing off your skirt
Cumbiambera
Moving your hips

You flew very high
The waves of the sea await you
With your bare feet
Little girl in a skirt

You flew very high
Your boat already raised its sails
They are your white dreams
Barranquilla girl

You find a notebook and a crystal rose
To the man with dark glasses
And you turn to the mirror to start over
Your smile gets confused with the moon

You flew very high
The waves of the sea await you
With your bare feet
Little girl in a skirt

You flew very high
Your boat already raised its sails
They are your white dreams
Barranquilla girl

Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh!
Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh!

Goddess of the East, of the Sun and the sand
Take me to your forest, where sorrows are forgotten
They say they have seen him looking for zahenas
Your Phoenician boat sailing to the Magdalena

For you, Shakira!