Cumbia Soledeña >And its holy Saint Martin
We bring endless joy
To its marine beaches'
And in its evening hours
You look at the serene sea
Then the dark woman
br/>She walks along the median
And the black man who desires her
This is your Cartagena
From the beginning to the end
In November so tasty
A saint was born miraculous
It's called San Martín
That's why this party
It has a cumbiambero air
And I put on my hat
Because it's party night
To dance the cumbiamba
Holy, good and partying (Bis)
Oa, Juepete, Juepete, Heh!!!!
From the beginning to the end
In November so tasty< br/>A miraculous saint was born
Who is called Saint Martin
That is why this party
He has a cumbiambero air
And I put on my hat
Because it is night of partying
To dance the cumbiamba
Holy, good and partying (Bis)
(Carlos G. Coronell C., 1997)

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