Venezuela my beauty
With your charms
God created you!

With high mountains
Deserts, beaches
Lakes, rivers
Savannas and plains
A great creation
So beautiful
Those who knew her
Recognized
That it is a paradise
Created by lord

Who can forget
The beautiful plains
Very prosperous land
For any farmer
With lively cowboys
Chanting their song
Getting up every morning
With the first ray of the sun
Fierce riders ride
Fearlessly herding cattle
Shouting with precision
In the open field where he sees the sower

The unstoppable deserts
From the dunes of Coro
That without permission cross
From side to side
Walk on its sands
We fantasize
That we are part
Of a dynasty

Lake Maracaibo
A knot formed
In my throat
When I cross you!
And many know
What I’m saying
For all Maracucho
It is the best
Maracaibo
Blessed as it says
In the song!
Land of miracles
That from afar
The rays are seen
Of the catatumbo
A phenomenon, a privilege
That only God gave us
Your land is hot
Because the heat comes out
Of everyone’s heart
Who live in Maracaibo!
When can I see you again
And feel that emotion
Of crossing the bridge
Over the lake and sing a song

Barquisimeto with its twilights
We see the hand of the lord
Seeing what a good painter
With colors formed
Those beautiful skies
That nobody forgot!

Caracas with its mountains
And valleys, its good weather
The great Ávila that clothed them
A city full of commotion
The birthplace of Simón Bolivar
Our great deliverer

Orient with your heat
With its friendly people
Talking as if singing
I remember!

Margarita the island
That by a stroke of luck
I Visited!
With its beautiful beaches
In the ferry I sailed!
People go sightseeing
And never forget
La Restinga lagoon
Maria Guevara’s tits
That in the distance are seen

At the top of Trujillo
To the top I walked
To visit a monument
That someone created
Called by all
Around it
Peace monument
That from her eyes can be seen
All the quiet city
Of the Trujillanos
What a thrill

Never Merida
Did I visit
But they told me
What was the best
Eating strawberries with cream
In the high mountains
Lagoons, snow and we stop
Beautiful colors of creation
Wearing a jacket
Gloves and hats
You had better

The Tovar neighborhood
A German city
That slept
For many years
Before anyone discovered it
I was there!
Not for tourism I regret!
Just to that place to work
But when walking
I could observe
Beautiful cabins and flowers
Of magical colors
And the cold weather I could enjoy
A beautiful place
To visit

My beloved Zulia
I remember everyone
Saying “vos”!
With their gaita music
And people with their good humor
Preparing the friendly party
Hot earth
But it’s the feelings
That the zuliano
Lodged in his heart
Showing affection
And hospitality to those who visited them

Venezuela my beauty
How much I miss you
I only beg the creator
May he continue to bless you
So to your land
Someday
I’ll be back!

Venezuela my beauty
How could I not to miss you
If you are in my heart
And every Venezuelan who emigrated
Longing to return
To see the landscapes
That in Venezuela they left behind
Hug your family
In a big meeting
And thank the lord
For hearing your prayer

Venezuela my beauty
When someday
I came back
I will visit the Gran Sabana
And in Angel Falls
I will scream with emotion
Long live my Venezuela dear
I have returned to your soil

ARELIS J. MARSH