La Piragua
Me contaron los abuelos que hace tiempo
Navegaba en el César una piragua
Que partía de El Banco viejo puerto
A las playas de amor en Chimichagua
Zapoteando el vendaval se estremecía
E impasible desafiaba la tormenta
Y un ejército de estrellas la seguía
Tachonándola de luz y de leyenda
Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua
Doce bogas con la piel color majagua
Y con ellas el temible Pedro Albundía
Por las noches a los remos arrancaban
Su melódico rugir de hermosa cumbia
Doce sombras ahora viejas ya no reman
Ya no cruje el maderamen en el agua
Solo quedan los recuerdos en la arena
Donde yace dormitando la piragua
Era la piragua de Guillermo Cubillos
Era la piragua
Era la piragua
La piragua
La piragua
La piragua
La piragua
The Canoe
My grandparents told me that long ago
A canoe sailed in the César
Departing from El Banco old port
To the beaches of love in Chimichagua
Tackling the gale, it trembled
And impassively defied the storm
And an army of stars followed it
Studding it with light and legend
It was Guillermo Cubillos' canoe
It was the canoe
It was the canoe
Twelve rowers with skin the color of majagua
And among them the fearsome Pedro Albundía
At night they would start rowing
Their melodic roar of beautiful cumbia
Twelve shadows now old no longer row
The wood no longer creaks in the water
Only memories remain in the sand
Where the canoe lies dormant
It was Guillermo Cubillos' canoe
It was the canoe
It was the canoe
The canoe
The canoe
The canoe
The canoe