Cuatro Favores (part. Miguelito Diaz)

Brother of mine, tell me about your life
From afar, I ask how you're doing
Don't be surprised if I ask for some favors
They're just 4 favors, nothing more

From this land to my beloved homeland
Every moment, I wish to return
I ask you in the name of this heartfelt friendship
Grant me four favors, no more

Firstly, don't give up
I'm with you unconditionally
Here I am, a man from the savannah
Sacrificing the desire to be on native soil

Do me a favor, tell my family
It's never too late to start over
I also ask you, the third one with all my soul
Don't let them forget me in my homeland

Four favors priceless with money
Only the Supreme understands my loneliness
Although I have peace and prosperity here
I have hopes of one day returning

I seek solace humming a tune
And my gaze gets lost in the vastness
I fly in Venezuelan dreams
Embracing my countrymen, in the name of brotherhood

One more favor, which would be the fourth
Give my horse a pat on the back
Tell him that soon, I'll be on his back
Singing and bullfighting, like I did
Some time ago or his

I, for my part, commit to you
Dear friend, with firmness and seriousness
To give the world the best of my land
And proudly uphold Venezuelan identity