Vía Volvé

To the hood, I know I'm going back
To Borges, I know I'm going back
And to the beautiful Maracaibo, too
Going back
I want my folks to see me
They'll see me
There's still someone around
Who knows
I don't look anything like the one who left
He's gone
No one can hear us telling them
If they're waiting for me, who knows
If they remember my face, I'll bring them
Whatever's left on this side, all good
I'll bring them