From my window

Thinking the traces

That they left in my venezuela

My dear Venezuela and I miss you

As it was before ... oh I miss a Venezuela where we are all brothers.

Where they welcome us in their homes and always welcome us with a cafesito

Where people are always educated, where abuse does not exist, where the smile lingered on the faces of people, where they did not think about what was missing for the house, to eat clear this!

My beautiful Venezuela that was dressed in colors ...

My Beautiful Venezuela that was sustained in each mountain with the front in high

And although he continues to do it, I will always miss so many things that I used to produce in this country, our most wonderful land, the coffee, the chocolate ...

From my window

Thinking the traces

That they left in my venezuela

My dear Venezuela and I miss you

As it was before ... oh I miss a Venezuela where we are all brothers.

Where they welcome us in their homes and always welcome us with a cafesito

Where people are always educated, where abuse does not exist, where the smile lingered on the faces of people, where they did not think about what was missing for the house, to eat clear this!

My beautiful Venezuela that was dressed in colors ...

My Beautiful Venezuela that was sustained in each mountain with the front in high

And although he continues to do it, I will always miss so many things that I used to produce in this country, our most wonderful land, the coffee, the chocolate ...

VENEZUELA you hurt me

  Desde mi ventana  Pensando los rastros  Que dejaran en mi Venezuela   Mí querida Venezuela y el extraño  Como era antes... oh si extraño una Venezuela donde todos somos hermanos. Donde nos acogen en sus casas y siempre nos recibían con un cafecito  Donde las personas siempre son educadas, donde el maltrato no existe, donde la sonrisa perduraba en el rostro de las personas, donde no se pensaba en que era lo que hacía falta para la casa, de comer claro esta!    Mi Venezuela guapa que se vestía de colores ... Mi Venezuela Hermosa que se sostenía en cada montaña con la frente en alto y aunque lo sigue haciendo siempre extrañare tantas cosas que antes producían en este país , nuestra tierra lo más maravilloso , el café , el chocolate ...   

VENEZUELA ME DUELES!