El Inmigrante

I have my room arranged
My little room decorated
With a unique touch

I have a vase with fresh flowers
And multicolored lights
That invite contemplation

In this borrowed homeland
A dinner prepared
But no one to dine with

Photos and memories accompany me
A glass of champagne
Without anyone to toast with

And I'm dressed up
And perfumed
And I'm tired, very tired

So much producing and for what!
If this anguish overwhelms me
Loneliness despairs me

I'm drowning in anxiety
I have so much of nothing, I don't know!
If it will have been worth it
To have all this in foreign land

Without the tenderness of my home
What lies there?, oh, oh, oh
In Venezuela

I love you Venezuela

I have that voice from the subconscious
It tells me constantly
That I must return

I have optimism in thought
I dream of living the moment
Of embracing my own

I have my youth plummeting
Adulthood made its entrance
It makes me reflect

I have more than three hundred weeks
Without enjoying a morning
For a vain well-being

And I'm changed
How I've changed
And I'm tired, yes
Very, very tired

I have the desire to ride a horse
Crossing that border
Singing a llanera song
And visiting my friends

I have so much desire to return
For my little old lady who waits for me
For my family who waits for me

To celebrate together forever
Christmas, oh, oh, oh
In Venezuela

Christmas
From my home
In Venezuela

(In Venezuela)
I want to live
(In Venezuela)
In my country
(In Venezuela)
I want to dream
(In Venezuela)

I want to live
I want to live
I want to dream