Escondido de La Alabanza

Passing through Clodomira
I'm almost arriving in San Gil
I will sing the praises
That I promised to my saint

Dusty road
I follow your light
I want to reach
To his cross

I carry a flower
For his altar
That I promised
In my singing

Miracle worker
My happy soul
I will give you
Lord San Gil

Already in the distance is heard
The moan of a violin
With its notes it calls
The devotee to fulfill

Great must be
His heart
Burning
Just like the sun

For your kindness
Full of faith
Tree and flower
I will be for you

Miracle worker
My happy soul
I will give you
Lord San Gil