My grandparents told me that a long time ago I was sailing a canoe on the Cesar
That it left from El Banco Viejo Puerto
To the beaches of love in Chimichagua
Weaving the gale it shook
/>And impassively she defied the storm
And an army of stars followed her
Studding her with light and legend
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe, it was the canoe< br/>It was Guillermo Cubillos' canoe
It was the canoe, it was the canoe
Twelve boats with majagua-colored skin
And with them the fearsome Pedro Albunda
In the nights at the oars started
Their melodic roar of beautiful cumbia
Twelve shadows now old and no longer rowing
The wood no longer creaks in the water
Only the memories remain in the sand
Where the canoe lies dozing
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe, it was the canoe
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe, it was the canoe
The canoe, the canoe
The canoe, the canoe

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