La Pregonera
Los Hermanos Flores
The Town Crier
They are loves, the beach and the palm trees
And I sing because in my veins, I have the taste of my land.
I come from San Vicente
I have the blood of a client
I am the sun, I am the cumbia
I am the song of my people
There is no greater love in me
Than what I feel for my land
There is no pain that hurts me more
Than when I move away from it.
I am the sun, I am the sea
The walking palm tree
I am the town crier, I am the town crier
I am the town crier of my land
