A San Gil

Passing through Clodomira
I'm already arriving in San Gil
Passing through Clodomira
I'm already arriving in San Gil

I will sing some praises
That I promised to my saint
I will sing some praises
That I promised to my saint

I follow the dusty road by its light
I want to reach its cross

I carry a flower for its altar
That I promised in my song

(Miracle worker, my happy soul
I will give myself to you, Lord San Gil)

You can already hear in the distance
The moan of a violin
You can already hear in the distance
The moan of a violin

With its notes it is calling
To the one who made a promise, to fulfill
With its notes it is calling
To the one who made a promise, to fulfill

Great must be its heart
Burning like the Sun

By its kindness, full of faith
I will be a tree and a flower for you