How I miss my beautiful savanna, stuck in the mountain range
Waiting for that hour to arrive to go back to my land
I have gotten into the Valley of Pubenza
Distance that has me saddened
In my chest a cumbia of nostalgia blossomed
Like a tear that slips away
Cumbia of the soul, cumbia that rises early over Pubenza
Persistently searching for Cauca
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
It hits me, the distance hits me
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
Being so far from my land
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
Oh, it hits me, the distance hits me
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
Being so far from my land
My savanna keeps waiting for me to come back someday
And inside, I feel the call that my land makes to me
And a love that keeps me awake every night
That takes care of the time that I have left
And in my chest a cumbia of nostalgia blossomed
Like a tear that slips away
Cumbia of the soul, cumbia that rises early over Pubenza
Persistently searching for Cauca
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
It hits me, the distance hits me
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
Being so far from my land
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
It hits me, the distance hits me
Oh, it hits me, what sadness it gives me
Being so far from my land