Sabe a Venezuela

Where I lived to the fullest
The greatness of being a child
Under the tender blue sky
Alleys and little towns
The freshly brewed coffee
Some drum beats
Tamunangue San Benito
A mess-up sneaked in

I sailed in your seas
In a boat of dreams
Where I anchored my body
All under the same sky
I walked along your beaches
I bathed in your waters
I carry the fragrance
Of nostalgia on my skin

In your plains
I used to fly that kite
That grandpa made from old paper
And the feeling flew in the wind

Tastes like Venezuela
My dreamed land, beloved land
Where my mother gave me life
Cradle of the harp, cuatro, and maraca
Sweet and milky that permeates
The house with its sweetness
Peeling the arepa and the tastiness
Of those nights
Gatherings and a song or two

In your plains
I used to fly that kite
That grandpa made from old paper
And the feeling flew in the wind

Tastes like Venezuela
My dreamed land, beloved land
Where my mother gave me life
Cradle of the harp, cuatro, and maraca
Sweet and milky that permeates
The house with its sweetness
Peeling the arepa and the tastiness
Of those nights
Gatherings and a song or two

Venezuela
The one of Maestro Simon
The one of the polo and galleon
Sweetened with panela
Just one song
The very same as Gualberto's
The one of Indio Figueredo
There I was born in Venezuela