Digging in the wounds of the past
I don't want to be a guy from the other side
In your way, uncomplicated
On a bike that takes you everywhere
A little letter that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
The one that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
Walking relaxed among people
And I like you because you're different
On a bike that takes me everywhere
A little letter that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
The one that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
She is the favorite, the one who sings in the area
She moves her hips like a boat on the waves
She has bare feet like a child who is adored
And her long hair is a sun that you crave
She likes to be told that she's the girl, the girl
She likes to be watched when she dances alone
She likes more the home, that the hours don't pass
She likes Barranquilla, she likes Barcelona
Take, take me on your bicycle
Listen to me, Carlos, take me on your bicycle
I want us to travel that area together
From Santa Marta to La Arenosa
Take, take me on your bicycle
So that we play bola-'e-trapo there in flip-flops
Because if some day you show Pique the Tayrona
After he won't want to go to Barcelona
On a bike that takes me everywhere
A little letter that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
The one that I keep where I wrote to you
That I dream of you and that I love you so much
That for a while, my heart is
Beating for you, beating for you
Take, take me on your bicycle
Listen to me, Carlos, take me on your bicycle
Because if some day you show Pique the Tayrona
After he won't want to go to Barcelona
Take, take me on your bicycle
Listen to me, Carlos, take me on your bicycle
Because if you show my Pique the Tayrona
After he won't want to go to Barcelona