Abran La Puerta

We will not let them close
The beautiful door that always
It has been open to life

I'm not staying at home
Well, I'm going to battle
I'm going to defend the door
In the Momboy Valley

Saint Benedict, take a stick
And sings with joy
That the drums are beating
They already resonate through life

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

Let's go to Bocono
Let's go up the mountain
To kiss the garden
That remained forever
In the eyes of Bolívar

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

I'm going to tell carache
The one with the beautiful women
That invites you to betijoque
And to the hills of Bonilla

And to all the small towns
That adorn the mountain range
So they can go looking for firewood
In case the fight cools down

And to comrade Linares
With his beautiful mandolin
I'll tell him to write a song
Let it be a flower and a seed

To defend the door
That is to say the earth itself
From Simancas Carrasquero
The Weaver of Joys
From Simancas Carrasquero
The Weaver of Joys

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there

I'm not staying at home
Well, I'm going to battle
I'm going to defend the door
In the Momboy Valley

Hey, hey, hey
I'm going there