La Perla

On the sleeping beach
Under a sacred Sierra
The afternoon looks dressed
With a thousand golden stars
There's an Andalusian pearl
On the silver sand
And a blue sea that lulls
With its enchanted beauty

My first love, freedom
My first kiss
My simple neighborhood
The hope of my town
Arango's goals
Sundays, grandparents
My way of speaking
And the tears
That one day took me far away

Saint, as time goes by
I can't forget that I met you
Deep inside I want
When the wind blows
To return to your side and live there

On a sleeping beach
Under a snowy Sierra
There was a lost story
That I found under my bed
It was the land of a man
Of a golden culture
That got lost in the war
The clouds and was forgotten

I want to walk
Through those streets
Again
I want to wake up
With the voices of my people

I want to see your name
In the stars, Santa Marta
And always remember you
That I love you with all my soul

At night
I want to contemplate you
I don't want to let go of your skirts
It's not a dream to live like this
And sleep embraced by you

Early in the morning I run to the sea
With a flat rock to row
It's not a dream to live like this
Little fisherman who returned

On a sleeping beach
Under a sacred Sierra
The afternoon looks dressed
With a thousand golden stars