Roses, vanillas, raspberries, what are you made of, so natural? Malva, saffron, violet, it will be your beauty, there is nothing like it To the pain of the morning, that flows in my window To the perfume of the flowers, that you left in my bed To the love of that night, that we hid the words To the pain when you left, for that distant land If you go to the Rumba, you no longer feel like it What you are missing is vitamin in branches For gentlemen, also for ladies Pure from the mountains, vitamin in branches Your eyes and my eyes Your mouth with my mouth Your chest between my chest It makes you a tremendous heat To the pain of the morning, that flows in my window To the perfume of the flowers, that you left in my bed To the love of that night, that we hid the words To the pain when you left, for that distant land If you go to the Rumba, you no longer feel like it What you are missing is vitamin in branches For gentlemen, also for ladies Pure from the mountains, vitamin in branches Your eyes and my eyes Your mouth with my mouth Your chest between my chest It makes you a tremendous heat To the pain of the night Ladies, gentlemen If you feel that you have lost your passion And there is no energy left Take care of what you eat Consume vitamin in branches Pure from the mountains Because there is nothing like it Love it, love it, love it For your body Que viva Boyacá Shake it, shake it baby Shake it, shake it baby Men want a wand to charm women But they have a trump that takes away their power