LEARN LYRICS

I know its face and I know its soul

That there's no kinder people that I've seen anywhere else

It's my town, it's my heritage

That gave me my flag

That brightens its life when on a Sunday it goes out for a stroll

It doesn't stay in its bed

You can see it in its drive

And even though dawn hasn't broken, very early it goes out to train

It's a noble warrior, a mountain falcon

That climbs fast and in the mountains you see it reign

I tell you that, I'm driven to tears

That's the thrill of being Colombian

Thank you, my beloved land, I give you thanks

Damn, my kid, and the whole homeland

There goes my kid standing on his bicycle

Damn, my kid crossed the finish line

I know that face, and I know its soul

That there's no kinder people that I've seen anywhere else

It's my town, it's my heritage

That gave me my flag

That brightens its life when on a Sunday it goes out for a stroll

I tell you that, I'm driven to tears

That's the thrill of being Colombian

Thank you, my beloved land, I give you thanks

Damn, my kid, and the whole homeland

There goes my kid standing on his bicycle

Damn, my kid crossed the finish line

Rolling Efraín "El Zipa" Forero

Ramón Hoyos and Cochise

Patrocinio and Oliverio

And the Little Bird flying

Condorito with Libardo

Lucho Herrera, Fabio Parra

Soler, Niño and Rigoberto

Serpa and Santiago Botero

And even Clavito rolled over

Maria Luisa and the Great Mariana

Sergio Luis, Pantano and Gaviria

And Dayer and Nairo Quintana

I tell you that, I'm driven to tears

That's the thrill of being Colombian

Thank you, my beloved land, I give you thanks

Damn, my kid, and the whole homeland

Listen, watch out, he's coming, and nobody get in the way

Damn, my kid crossed the finish line

Damn, my kid, and the whole homeland