Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela
I proudly say I am Venezuelan, because my
Venezuela is the homeland of heroes and heroines
It is the land of Guaicaipuro, María Lionza, and
Negro Felipe, the land of stories, myths and legends
There are no plains like my plain, nor mountains like
From my Andes, Margarita is the pearl of the Caribbean
Caracas, the one with the red roofs, and the imposing hill
Ávila, Aragua, the land of victory and youth, as
José Félix Ribas taught it
Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela
I proudly say I am Venezuelan, because my
Venezuela is the homeland of heroes and heroines
It is the land of Guaicaipuro, María Lionza, and
Negro Felipe, the land of stories, myths and legends
East, land of mysteries and charms, land of women
Guayanesa, where metals are always manufactured, and the
Oriental woman is the attentive and beautiful woman, like the Andean
Lara, the one with the singing harp, the one with the tamunangue, and the crafts
Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela
I proudly say I am Venezuelan, because my
Venezuela is the homeland of heroes and heroines
It is the land of Guaicaipuro, María Lionza, and
Negro Felipe, the land of stories, myths and legends
Zulia, the magical land with its catatumbo, its bridge and
La Chinita, the land of the patacón, and of the meridian coffee
Where the autochthonous is present with its ethnic groups and its
Tribes, like the Amazon, I proudly say I am Venezuelan
Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela, Venezuela
I proudly say I am Venezuelan, because my
Venezuela is the homeland of heroes and heroines
It is the land of Guaicaipuro, María Lionza, and
Negro Felipe, the land of stories, myths and legends
