I remember the morning that I saw you pass by
Along Prado Street to the school
Singing in the nirvana of your loneliness
It seemed to me that your hair called to the wind
The sea waves wait for you
Little girl in the pollera
Your ship already hoisted its sails
How well they dance, how well they dance
How well the Barranquilla girls dance
How well they dance, how well they dance
With their waists, they move their skirts
How well they dance, how well they dance
That suddenly the party lit up
How well they dance, how well they dance
How well they dance along Vía 40
The sea waves wait for you
Little girl in the pollera
Your ship already hoisted its sails
And you find a notebook and a crystal rose
To the man who wears dark glasses
And you turn to the mirror to start again
Your smile blends with the moon
The sea waves wait for you
Little girl in the pollera
Your ship already hoisted its sails
Goddess of the Orient, of the sun and the sand
Take me to your forest where the sorrows are forgotten
They say that they've seen him looking for zahenas
Your Phoenician ship that sails to the Magdalena