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My grandparents told me a long time ago
He was navigating in the Cesar a canoe
That it broke the bank, old port
And the beaches of love in Chimichagua
Weathering the gale he shuddered
Impatient, braved the storm
And an army of stars followed it
Studding it with light and legend
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe and it was the canoe
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe and it was the canoe
Twelve bogas with majagua-colored skin
And with them the fearsome Pedro Albundia
At night the oars started
It's melodic roar of beautiful cumbia
Twelve shadows now old, don't row anymore
The wood no longer creaks in the water
Only memories in the sand
Where it lies dozing the canoe
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe and it was the canoe
It was the canoe of Guillermo Cubillos
It was the canoe and it was the canoe
The canoe
The canoe
The canoe
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