La Maravilla

Study, work, look for a way out
He has bought his simple life
He bets on people, doesn't think about money
Same president, same beggar
He listens to a band playing on the shore
Singing boleros with Celia, his friend
Wearing jeans with fallen hips
And has a belly that is the wonder

She, the owner of my loves
The one with brown eyes
Who doesn't want to look at me
She, who doesn't know about reasons
The queen of hearts
That everyone wants to love
She, who knows she is the most beautiful
Who has lived in a star
And I can't reach her

I've seen her very little, she has forgotten me
And in a transmilenio she goes up and down
And on the weekend she exercises
She doesn't like the story, she doesn't like the vice

He listens to a band playing on the shore
Singing boleros with Celia, his friend
Wearing jeans with fallen hips
And has a belly that is the wonder

She, the owner of my loves
The one with brown eyes
Who doesn't want to look at me
She, who doesn't know about reasons
The queen of hearts
That everyone wants to love
She, who knows she is the most beautiful
Who has lived in a star
And I can't reach her

I ask you very little, just sweetness
The cross is heavy and the street is tough
And if marriage calls you to its life
Look for a cheerful and simple girl
Who loves you very much, your own rib
Who listens to a band playing on the shore
Singing boleros with Celia, his friend
Wearing jeans with fallen hips
And has a belly that is the wonder