La Piragua
Los Wawanco
The Canoe
The grandparents told me that a long time ago
A canoe sailed in the Cesar
Departing from the old bank port
To the beaches of love in Chimichagua.
Braving the gale, it trembled
And impassively defied the storm
And an army of stars followed it
Studding it with light and legend.
It was Guillermo Cubillos' canoe.
It was the canoe.
It was the canoe. (repeat)
Twelve rowers with skin the color of majagua
And among them the fearsome Pedro Albundía
At night they would start rowing
Their melodic roar of beautiful cumbia.
Twelve shadows now old no longer row
The wood no longer creaks in the water
Only memories remain in the sand
Where the canoe lies dormant.
It was Guillermo Cubillos' canoe.
It was the canoe.
It was the canoe. (repeat)
The canoe.
The canoe.
The canoe.
The canoe.
