Tu Marca (part. Los Palmeras)

I don't know why I miss you
When I'm far away
Every chord on my guitar
Names you in a song

Whether it's the river or the people
Or the voice of an accordion
That to the sound of a cumbia
That to the sound of a cumbia
Nests in the heart

And here I am
Chained to a feeling
I can scream until I die
How much I love you
I carry your mark like a tattoo
In my soul and heart

We have to sing and dance
Like my people do
Get rid of the bad stuff
And make the good stuff come in

We have to laugh and dream
To enjoy the present
Because the illusion is tomorrow
But today belongs to us

So many paths walked
Under the moon and the sun
I carry all my baggage
Wherever I go

Because our love doesn't understand
Reasons or logic
And when that cumbia plays
And when that cumbia plays
It devours us with emotion

And here I am
Chained to a feeling
I can scream until I die
How much I love you
I carry your mark like a tattoo
In my soul and heart

We have to sing and dance
Like my people do
Get rid of the bad stuff
And make the good stuff come in

We have to laugh and dream
To enjoy the present
Because the illusion is tomorrow
But today belongs to us

We have to sing and dance
Like my people do
Get rid of the bad stuff
And make the good stuff come in

We have to laugh and dream
To enjoy the present
Because the illusion is tomorrow
But today belongs to us