Esmeralda Colombiana

When I met true love
It was in Cartagena once
A dark-skinned lady
Quite wild and also polite

With her daughters, her mother, and her grandmother
And a spoiled granddaughter
Between dogs, airports, and customs
Everything starts to grow

I mean, my Colombian emerald has something special
Cartagena, I'm heading there

We went to visit an island
Everything remained the same
To the poor grandmother one night
Someone made her shit
Among so much vallenato
So much reggaeton
Colombia was a party,
Eight nights of lust
A life of total madness

I mean, my Colombian emerald has something special
Cartagena, I'm heading there

If I tell you I miss her, I'm not lying
If I tell you I love her, I lied
Her contagious and vicious smile
That invites me to keep going

From Argentina, I greet you, emerald
Thanks for the boss's one
And even though no one is interested in this story
I'll tell it to you