open mic semana#113 venezuela (cover)

I carry your light and your scent on my skin
and the four in the heart
I carry the foam of the sea in my blood
and your horizon in my eyes.

I do not envy the flight nor the nest to the turpial
I am like the wind in the harvest
I feel the Caribbean like a woman
I am so I am going to do.

I am desert, jungle, snow and volcano.
and when I leave I leave a wake
of the rumor of the plain in a song
that reveals me

The woman that I want to have to be
heart, fire and spur
with the skin toasted like a flower
from Venezuela

With your landscape and my dreams I will leave
for those worlds of God
and your memories at sunset
They will make my path shorter.

Among your beaches was my childhood
lying to the wind and the sun
And that nostalgia that rises in my voice.
unintentionally it became song

From the mountains I want the immensity
and from the river the watercolor
and from you the children who will sow
new stars.
Taken from AlbumCancionYLetra.com
And if one day I have to shipwreck
and the typhoon breaks my sails
buried my body near the sea
In Venezuela