Fiesta En Mi Pueblo

How good it is
Now the parties in my hometown
I want to go back
To dance 'porro sabanero'

To El Bosque street, I want to go dance
Because Benancio Pabón is at the party
A man of 'perrenque' and good heart
Like every good 'morrocoyero'

When the band goes up to Cruz street
The party continues until dawn
Don Ramón Quintín dresses as a tiger
Cheers up the party and goes to the 'aguil'

Where Martín Contreras ends
There's chicken stew
There's chicken stew

The band plays on the street
Carmela lights the candle
Zenaida shouts: 'I want!'
To repeat the mat

And Eli Prieto doesn't get tired
He spins like a top on the wax
It's that the parties in my hometown
Listen to me, buddy, it's a good thing

Where Martín Contreras ends
There's chicken stew
There's chicken stew

How good they are
Now the parties in my hometown
I want to go back
To dance 'porro sabanero'

To El Bosque street, I want to go dance
Because Benancio Pabón is at the party
A man of 'perrenque' and good heart
Like every good 'morrocoyero'

When the band goes up to Cruz street
The party continues until dawn
Don Ramón Quintín dresses as a tiger
To cheer up the party, he goes to the 'aguil'

Where Martín Contreras ends
There's chicken stew
There's chicken stew

The band plays on the street
Carmela lights the candle
Zenaida shouts: 'I want!'
To repeat the mat

And Eli Prieto doesn't get tired
He spins like a top on the wax
It's that the parties in my hometown
Listen to me, buddy, it's a good thing

Where Martín Contreras ends
There's chicken stew
There's chicken stew