Yo Vengo de Donde Usted No Ha Ido

I come from where you have not gone
I have seen things you have not seen

In my country to the tourist
You like the sight
with the pretty things
The rich Venezuela

But to the hills
Where misery ruminates
And hope fades away
Nobody wears them

They hide them with shame
To the other Venezuela
The poor man's Venezuela
Venezuela without reason
No reason for it to exist
But what exists, sir?

The truth of Venezuela
Not seen at the country club
The truth is seen in the hills
With its people and its concern

Come on, I'll take you by the hand
There you will see the children
To those earthy children
What are Venezuelan children?

Come on, before you go
We will climb the hills
Then we will say with rage
What is my people suffering?

(recitation)
"Venezuela was yours, get it back"

I come from where you have not gone
I have seen things you have not seen

I have seen the men
Of those that are said
"and that" they have freedom
But when I search
The truth of what was said
I conclude by saying
What do they have, what do they have freedom?
Freedom to suffer