This is the mountain where I'm going to work|This is the mountain where I'm going to work|A river is born that bathes the sands of my town|In the middle of the valley that the river wants to cross|The beautiful people of my town who fill me with sentiment||Its beautiful warm and cordial people|Welcome the traveler who has arrived with their journey|Who doesn't know whether to stay or just visit|Because they have fallen in love with its people||In my land Vallenato songs are sung|Because that's how the people express themselves|That's also how the life of the farmer grows|Who when the day breaks gives water to their crops||I want my town to always be cheerful|Singing the songs that grow from its soil||I want to hear the people sing|As my father did when he arrived||Oh my land has a unique culture|Because people come from all over|Riding trains ready to work|To fulfill their dreams and support their homes||And if someone asks the reason for my singing|Looking at the sky shout out what you feel|Growing up in the land that makes us wake up|With great hopes dreams that are already blossoming||And with its women I'm captivated when I see them|Being so beautiful my god I feel so happy||I'm in love with this land I confess|Wherever I go with my accordion on my chest||I want my town to always be cheerful|Singing the songs that grow from its soil|I want to hear the people sing|As my father did when he arrived|I want my town to always be cheerful|Singing the songs that grow from its soil|I want to hear the people sing|As my father did when he arrived||A river is born that bathes the sands of my town|In the middle of the valley that the river wants to cross|The beautiful people of my town who fill me with sentiment||Its beautiful warm and cordial people|Welcome the traveler who has arrived with their journey|Who doesn't know whether to stay or just visit|Because they have fallen in love with its people||In my land Vallenato songs are sung|Because that's how the people express themselves|That's also how the life of the farmer grows|Who when the day breaks gives water to their crops||I want my town to always be cheerful|Singing the songs that grow from its soil||I want to hear the people sing|As my father did when he arrived|||Spanish Language Version||Esta es la monta-a donde voy a trabajar|Esta es la monta-a donde voy a trabajar |Nace un rio que ba-a las arenas de mi pueblo |En medio del valle que el rio quiere atravesar|Las de un bello pueblo que me invade el sentimiento||Su gente bonita calurosa y tan cordial|Recibe el viajero que ha llegado con su andar|Que no sabe si quedarse o solo visitar|Porque de su gente se ha dejado enamorar||En mi tierra se cantan canciones vallenatas|Porque as' es como la gente se sabe expresar|TambiŽn as' crece la vida del campesino|que cuando amanece regala agua a sus cultivos||Yo quiero que en mi pueblo siempre se encuentre alegre|Cantando las canciones que de su tierra crece||Yo quiero escuchar a la gente cantar |Como lo hizo mi viejo al llegar||Ay, mi tierra tiene una cultura peculiar|Porque llega gente de toditos los lugares|Montados en tren dispuestos a trabajar|A cumplir sus sue-os de conforme a sus hogares||Y si alguien pregunta la razâ"n de mi cantar|Mirando hacia el cielo gr'tale lo que se siente|Crecer en la tierra que nos hace despertar|Grandes ilusiones, sue-os que ni ya florecen||Y con sus mujeres que al mirarlas me embeleso|Siendo tan hermosas, Dios m'o, que feliz me siento||Vivo enamorado de esta tierra, lo confieso |Donde quiera vaya con mi acordeâ"n en el pecho||Yo quiero que en mi pueblo siempre se encuentre alegre|Cantando las canciones que de su tierra crece||Yo quiero escuchar a la gente cantar |Como lo hizo mi viejo al llegar|Yo quiero que en mi pueblo siempre se encuentre alegre|Cantando las canciones que de su tierra crece|Yo quiero escuchar a la gente cantar |Como lo hizo mi viejo al llegar|| Nace un rio que ba-a las arenas de mi pueblo |En medio del valle que el rio quiere atraves