Carlos Vives — Decimas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Decimas" by Carlos Vives.
Lyrics
Se parece el mango al jobo
Papayuela y fruta bomba
La guama a la cañandonga
Tamarindo y algarrobo
La pitaya al torombolo
Y el melón a la patilla
La uvita a la pimientilla
Cocombro y calabacin
Y la ciudad de New Orleans
Se parece a Barranquilla
Las tardes a las mañanas
Y Juancho Polo a Duran
Y Cartagena a San Juan
Santo Domingo y La Habana
Los llanos a las sabanas
A Santa Marta, Sevilla
Y Taganga a Taganguilla
Corraleja a San Fermin
Y la ciudad de New Orleans
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece el mar al cielo
Tu corazón a la tierra
Se parecen a la Sierra
Las muchachas de mi pueblo
Y en la hamaca donde vuelvo
A mitigar la pesadilla
Pensaba en la maravilla
Que florece en mi jardin
Y la ciudad de New Orleans
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Buenas noches Presidente
La Provincia lo saluda
La Provincia lo saluda
La Provincia lo saluda
La Provincia lo saluda
Y la ciudad de New Orleans
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Se parece a Barranquilla
Es un hombre preparado
De paciencia y buena fe Que le enseña a los pelaos
Del pueblo de Magangué Es un hombre preparado
Todo el mundo ha recorrido
Y todo lo que conoce
Le resulta parecido
Si ustedes prestan atención
Y analizan bien se daran cuenta
Que todos somos parecidos
Que un loro
Se parece a una guacamaya
Que una iguana
Se parece a un dinosaurio
Que esta canción
Se parece a mi barrio
Los Arhuacos a los Mayas
Un caribeño a un canario
Un tabaco a una calilla
Un caiman a una babilla
Mi sueño a Punta Betin
Y la ciudad de New Orleans
Se parece a Barranquilla
Lyrics translation
Looks like the handle to the job.
Papayuela and fruit bomba
From guama to cañandonga
Tamarind and carob
The pitaya with torombolo
And the Apple on the sideburn
The pimientilla uvita
Cucumber and zucchini
And the city of New Orleans
Looks like Barranquilla.
Afternoons to mornings
And Juancho Polo to Duran
And Cartagena to San Juan
Santo Domingo and Havana
The plains to the savannas
To Santa Marta, Seville
And Taganga to Taganguilla
Corraleja to San Fermin
And the city of New Orleans
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
It looks like the sea to the sky
Your heart to Earth
They look like the Saw
The girls of my village
And in the hammock where I return
To mitigate the nightmare
I was thinking of Wonder
That blooms in my garden
And the city of New Orleans
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
Good night, President.
The province greets him
The province greets him
The province greets him
The province greets him
And the city of New Orleans
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
Looks like Barranquilla.
He's a prepared man.
Of patience and good faith that he taught the pelaos
Of the people of Magangué is a prepared man
Everyone has traveled
And all he knows
It looks similar to him
If you pay attention
And they analyze well they will realize
That we're all alike
That a parrot
It looks like a macaw
That an iguana
It looks like a dinosaur.
That this song
It looks like my neighborhood.
The Arhuacos to the Maya
A Caribbean to a canary
A tobacco to a callilla
A caiman to a babble
My dream at Betin point
And the city of New Orleans
Looks like Barranquilla.