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The Bohemian Life of my People
The Bohemian life of my people
We all suffer with our heads up high
We carry this pain which strengthens our life
The boot camp of life prepares us for war
We live with no remorse and a smile we carry on
Sad clowns which never display anguished blows
Because in the carnival aguardiente runs like our blood
Our country full of music and laughter
Our women are more beautiful than flowers
Our dark red brick walls conceal our words
Even at our funeral we drink and listen to vallenatos
This way of living is impossible to simulate
We pray before our enemy gets diseased
The passion to succeed is our Colombian spirit
We share disease, laughter, richness and poverty
We are one people who drink away our melancholy
We fight the guerrilla daily, severely
Gunshots can be heard in my neighborhood lately
Our history full of multifaces,
All the weathers confined to our agrestic
Delectable dishes grown in our rich land
Our struggle as a people trying to avoid the land mines
The cradle that nurtured me and gave me my identity
My country rocked me in its rich hands since I was a baby
Pour some liquor and celebrate with my people
Colombia hijueputa!
