Patria Independiente

The drops of polar fell from my cup to the floor
And her gaze is a wound from some false spell
She's my enemy, but I miss her sweet scents
It's strange that she doesn't miss my caresses in her hair

Mom, I would die to see you
I ran to Lechería to see you in Oriente
You ate patacones with wild grape liquor
And I told you about that dream of my independent homeland

I go thinking of you through the streets of Caracas
Smelling miche and dancing to the rhythm of maracas
Burning salt in Cumaná and sinning in Nueva Esparta
I bring you seashells and letters, and some kisses tasting like malt

Here where the plants grow and dance
Where the poor slaves wait for the damn empire to fall
It's not said 'haya', here your people say 'haiga'
And nothing has a name
Everyone calls everything 'vaina'

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

Hey, you know that he who knows, knows
Caviar with manioc and wine with casabe
Mom, you're so cold you seem like Chávez
Call me 'Vargas'
I look at you and in my heart there's a landslide, dear

My chain shines like the Sun in Zulia
I'm Bolívar in love with Mariá
Manuelita Sáenz, today you're so cold, dear
And I have a whole continent to liberate

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

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

Independent homeland