Hijo Del Vallenato

To make a vallenato for all my friends
From over there in those lands where my steps were taken
That are now resentful, some tell and some agree
They say Carlos Vives no longer sings vallenato
And I wonder if I still hold the feeling
That I learned from my elders, with their love I have not been ungrateful
That's why everywhere you hear the rock of my town
That proudly states it's the son of Vallenato

I will always sing, stories of my town
Moments of a yesterday, future of my dream
I will always return through the old paths
Natural path, of sincere men

They say Carlos Vives has left Egidio Cuadrado
That he went to Miami and now he's become a rocker
But I correct my friends and answer them
That it's the rock of my town, which is also from Fonseca
And in case any doubt remains for my friends
Don't forget if one day they follow my steps
When they go to Spain and ask for Carlos Vives
People will clearly say he's the king of Vallenato

I will always sing, stories of my town
Moments of a yesterday, future of my dream
I will always return through the old paths
Natural path, of sincere men

And I will return from the valley to the province of Padilla
Following the hope of a promised land
And cross the desert seeking the new path
Following the paths of Francisco, the legend