Los Sabanales 3.0 (feat. Ryan Castro)

Yes
I am proud to be Colombian
Hail Mary, being Colombian is awesome
Right, Carlos?
Sure, friend Ryan
And what? What do we have to do?
To the party, friend

When the afternoon hours arrive
And I find myself so alone and far from you
It makes me want to return to the guava trees
Of those savannahs where I met you

My memories are those landscapes
And I am painting them exactly as they are
I painted that tree in the backyard
Where you rest when the sun warms

I live here
Painting the savannah landscape
Because there
Are all my memories
We had a feeling, feeling, feeling
We had a feeling, feeling, feeling

Come
I wait for you in the shade, my black girl
Tonight they went to party
To sleep together on the grass
Sweetheart, come

Come
I want you to stay with me
I want to be your lord, your bandit
That's why every time I imagine you closer to me (Pu-pu-pu)

Come console me, come accompany me
Come, come kiss me like that afternoon
Come console me, come accompany me
Come, come kiss me like that afternoon when I was there

Like that afternoon you kissed me
Like the next day that dawned
Kiss me like you usually do
Like the next day that dawned

Kiss me like you usually do (Zaga zau)
How nice those little kisses when I met you
Tell me why you don't come back, if I never lied
The place was special, I want to repeat it
We walked hand in hand on the streets of Medellín

And we went down together to the beach
In Junín you said you loved me
Oh, how lucky men are
To live a life in love

Thinking of you every day, I spend my time drinking
I don't know if you knew, I'm falling in love
Oh-oh-oh, I'm falling in love
And you keep avoiding me

Carlos, this is awesome
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