Cali pachanguero Cali luz de un nuevo cielo Cali pachanguero Cali luz de un nuevo cielo De romántica luna El lucero que es lelo De mirar en tu valle La mujer que yo quiero Y el jilguero que canta Calles que se levantan Carnaval en Juanchito Todo un pueblo que inspira Cali pachanguero Cali luz de un nuevo cielo Cali pachanguero Cali luz de un nuevo cielo Es por eso que espero Que los días que lejos Cuando dure mi ausencia Sabes bien que me muero Todos los caminos conducen a ti Si supieras la pena que un día sentí Cuando en frente de mí tus montañas no vi Que todo, que todo, que todo, que todo, ¿qué? Que todo el mundo te cante Que todo el mundo te mime Celoso estoy pa' que mires No me voy más ni por miles (Que todo el mundo te cante) (Que todo el mundo te mime) (Celoso estoy pa' que mires) (No me voy más ni por miles) Permita que me arrepienta, oh Mi bella cenicienta De rodillas mi presencia Si mi ausencia fue tu afrenta (Que todo el mundo te cante) (Que todo el mundo te mime) (Celoso estoy pa' que mires) (No me voy más ni por miles) Que noches, que noches tan bonitas Si lo e' en sus callecitas Al fondo mi valle en risa ¡Ay!, todito se divisa (Que todo el mundo te cante) (Que todo el mundo te mime) (Celoso estoy pa' que mires) (No me voy más ni por miles) Un clásico en el Pascual Adornado de mujeres sin par América y Cali a ganar Aquí no se puede empatar (Que todo el mundo te cante) (Que todo el mundo te mime) (Celoso estoy pa' que mires) (No me voy más ni por miles) Barranquilla puerta de oro París la ciudad luz Nueva York capital del mundo Del Cielo Cali la sucursal (Que todo el mundo te cante) (Que todo el mundo te mime) (Celoso estoy pa' que mires) (No me voy más ni por miles) A millas siento tu aroma Cualquiera justo razona Que Cali es Cali señoras, señores Lo demás es loma

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