Tinto

Coffee, a little cup, a Colombian cup please
Coffee, a little cup, it's time to give life a good taste

That little green tree with white flowers
With red fruits, I get lost in its aroma and the mystery of its flavor
I entered Colombia through Salazar de las Palmas
It traveled through the hills, filling Colombia with its emotion
There's nothing better than waking up in the morning
To have a coffee with my love and there together strengthen our faith
Or arriving at Comadre Juana's house
Good morning, dear buddy, come to the living room for some coffee

Give me
A coffee, a little cup from Colombia, it's a beautiful coffee plantation
A coffee, a little cup, let's toast to the national drink

We choose it carefully, that little red one
That it's healthy, that it makes us want to harvest it soon
We spread it in the yard with the rake under the eternal magic of the sun
That doesn't warn when it's time to roast
It's when in the big pot in the kitchen
My expert grandma patiently roasts the soul of its flavor
The aroma of Colombian pride that knows
That all over the world, everyone repeats this expression
Coffee, a little cup, a Colombian cup please
Coffee, a little cup, it's time to give life a good taste

Sitting on the sidewalk with friends, the coffee pot
Serves the little cup as is the custom

Always at three
We talk about love, songs
Jokes from happy Saturdays at Juan Valdez's shop
Because a Colombian coffee grower from planting
To grinding always does it to please
But if you'll excuse me, coffee lovers, the best
Coffee I drink is the one my mom makes
Yes, sir

A coffee, a little cup with the taste of family and friendship
Coffee, a little cup, let's toast to the national drink
Coffee, a little cup, it's time to give life a good taste
Coffee, a little cup, a Colombian cup please