Carlos Vives
Miscellaneous
El Canté
For the years of the house,
times that I will not forget,
I remember that on the terrace,
there was always a bembé.
Gabriel plays the guitar,
Guillo started the party,
Gustavo plays the leather
with a can of e'cookie.
And I'm looking at it
like someone who doesn't want to see'
and the rhythm of the drums
that call me to sing.
I sang. And this is a mess.
I sang. Pila, Pilandera.
I sang. The Three Clarinets.
I sang. And The Four Festivals.
I sang. Milk Ice Cream.
I sang. Cumbia Cienaguera.
I sang. I sang La Piragua
which is from El Banco Magdalena.
New times have arrived
let those leathers ring
and let's have a party
also for those who they left.
May they come from all over
with the children and the old,
may they know about my land
what they never knew.
Now it's time and time and time again
the nightingale bottle
and the tap, tap that tap
of Carrucha and Colón.
I sang. The fandango came on
I sang. Josefa María
I sang. Candelaria left when I loved her the most.
I sang. The Tayrona Indian.
I sang. La María Varilla.
I sang. Cry Joselito,
my people from Barranquilla.
Pila marimonda
dance big heads.
People don't know,
who the hoods are.
I sang. I sang vallenato
I sang. Of son and walk.
I sang. And those meringues.
that today I no longer see them.
I sang. Song of the hill.
I sang. Sabanero joint.
I sang. Up Old Cow, here comes the Black Bull.

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