Weeds spotted on the roadside,
picked on the return bike ride,
offered wilted in sweaty hand,
beats a bouquet from a foreign land.
Bring me no rose, emerald, or gold;
all I want from Colombia is you to hold.
Well, and our friend’s great coffee beans:
This is what simple joy to me means.
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Tres silvestres botones de oro
me valen más que minado oro,
esmeralda y plata.
Lo que nunca me falta
es la única exporta
de Colombia que me importa:
el café de nuestro amigo
(y tenerte acá conmigo).
