Santa María Kingston Nueva Orleáns
Muy sola se quedó la ciudad, se fueron de vacaciones...
La situa no me deja viajar, me amarro los pantalones...
Mejor voy al parque nacional, tranquilo en mi bicicleta....
Perfecta se pone la ciudad para tomar una siesta....
Soñando veo las fiestas del mar que salgo de santa marta,
Vestido de marino de la grancolombiana...
Y al poco tiempo de navegar ya estoy en kingston, jamaica....
Y hay alguien que me dice: ¡no problem, only peace in my island!
Coro...
Ay...voy disfrutando el paisaje...
Surcando la ruta del sol, no necesito pasaje...
Ay....te esperaré para el viaje...
De cumbias, reggae y rock and roll, yo preparé tu equipaje…
Y al mississipi vimos al fin, la niebla en la madrugada....
Bailamos..i had come nueva orleans..un vallenato en louisiana
Parece no voy a despertar, no acaba mi itinerario...
Las gaitas yo ya empiezo a escuchar muy cerca está maracaibo...
Coro....
Ay...voy disfrutando el viaje..
Surcando la ruta del sol, no necesito pasaje...
Ay....te esperaré en el paisaje...
De cumbias, reggae y rock and roll, yo preparé tu equipaje…
Prendido estaba ya el carnaval cuando llegué a barranquilla..
En ciénaga, fiestas del caimán, parranda en la alta guajira...
Quizás mañana vuelva a viajar y me regrese pa'l valle...
Colacho volverá al festival, ya preparé tu equipaje....
Santa María Kingston New Orleans
The city was left very lonely, they went on vacation...
The situation doesn't let me travel, I tie up my pants...
I'd rather go to the national park, calm on my bicycle...
The city becomes perfect for taking a nap...
Dreaming, I see the sea parties as I leave Santa Marta,
Dressed as a sailor from Gran Colombia...
And shortly after sailing, I'm already in Kingston, Jamaica...
And there's someone who tells me: 'no problem, only peace in my island!'
Chorus...
Oh...I'm enjoying the scenery...
Sailing the route of the sun, I don't need a ticket...
Oh...I'll wait for you for the journey...
With cumbia, reggae, and rock and roll, I packed your luggage...
And at the Mississippi, we finally saw the fog in the early morning...
We danced...I had come to New Orleans...a vallenato in Louisiana
It seems like I won't wake up, my itinerary doesn't end...
I already start to hear the bagpipes, Maracaibo is very close...
Chorus...
Oh...I'm enjoying the journey...
Sailing the route of the sun, I don't need a ticket...
Oh...I'll wait for you in the scenery...
With cumbia, reggae, and rock and roll, I packed your luggage...
The carnival was already in full swing when I arrived in Barranquilla...
In Ciénaga, parties of the caiman, partying in the high Guajira...
Maybe tomorrow I'll travel again and return to the valley...
Colacho will return to the festival, I already packed your luggage...