Patria Independiente

The drops of polar fleece fell from my glass to the floor
And her gaze is a wound from some false spell
She is my enemy, but I miss her sweet aromas
I miss that she doesn't miss my caresses on her hair

Mommy, I would die to see you
I fled through the Dairy to see you in the East
You ate patacones with wild grape liquor
And I told you about that dream of my independent homeland

I'm thinking about you on the streets of Caracas
Smelling like miche and dancing to the rhythm of the maracas
Burning salt in Cumaná and sinning in Nueva Esparta
I bring you shells and letters, and some malt-flavored kisses

Here where plants grow and dance
Where the poor slaves wait for the fucking empire to fall
You don't say "hay", here your people say "haiga"
And nothing has a name
Everyone calls everything a nonsense

I don't know if you know where I'm from
I come from where cocuy is more expensive than diesel
Painting you little black angels, I am your Andrés Eloy
Your kisses are like oil and taste like Savoy

Hey, you know that he who knows, knows
Caviar with mañoco and wine with casabe
Mommy, you're so cold you look like Chavez
Call me Vargas
I look at you and in my heart there is a landslide, mai

My chain shines like the Sun in Zulia
I am Bolívar in love with Mariá
Manuelita Sáenz, you are so cold today, mai
And I have a whole continent to make independent

Independent homeland, independent homeland
From Carabobo to Amazonas, an independent homeland
From Nueva Esparta to Barcelona, independent homeland
From Bolívar to San Cristóbal, an independent homeland

Just like a divergent, I was judged by conquest and I sank between the tracks to save your people
I felt like a madman, for fighting with racists, but for a little bit of your love, I am so brave

Independent homeland