And we spend a fisherman, along with the sand, beside the sun,
Blue with the smile of a new dawn,
And the water between the feet, I will get closer and ask,
How spirit throughout Here?
Without hesitation I replied, because here everything is fine,
Nothing is as it was before, everything is better,
Here there is corruption, disease or pain,
Doubt, crying term.
Segui looking information, and on the way I found,
A couple of children, black and white colour,
Played full of illusion, because there was nothing to fear,
The white powder was extinct.
And more indoors in the city, a man full of goodness,
I approached, gave me his hand and I invite you to breakfast,
I said: "vente brother and soon we will start."
No habia understood that everything had passed,
That the people had changed, the poor and the rich,
They were other people, justifying the work,
As was top was down, as the environment has changed.
The fields filled with flowers, rain rendering honors
And ten simon decia: "say ten simon"
"This is my country, Gentlemen"
"Look, it is my country that I
I sleep wrapped in a petal from rio sabanero, caracha "
Choir
I stay in Venezuela, I am in Russian ...
And closer to that tree, which he aroused sadness,
And I so forward.
But we must remain together for constriur,
This dream and realize it.
WHY IS THAT BUILD A NEW HOMELAND!
Choir
I stay in Venezuela.