Feria De Manizales

Faithful source of nobility
Manizales, noisy
Under your rose-colored sky
The wind sings its joy

So sweet is the tyranny
Of your illustrious beauty
That before I loved you
My heart wanted you

Oh Manizales of the soul
Oh Manizales of dreams!
With the sapphires of dawn
My dream embroiders its offering

Oh silver Manizales!
Oh Manizales of ermine!
Adorn your mother-of-pearl neck
With the necklace of my affection!

Bull of pain and deviation
On the resounding bullring
The carts of dew
Pretend to be golden conches

The whole fair is a river
Of joy and lilies
And the sun ends its work
With summer banderillas