Today my crying does not stop for you my Venezuela,
while your clouds are so serene
waiting for the gentle breeze of the bonanza
Calm looking at us injecting hope.
From the north to the south your people so happy
Want to see your walkers happy again
From the east to the west we want to see you refulgent
So that everyone can see where they want to be reborn.
Rebirth of this beautiful country that Bolívar made independent,
a July 5 with men of horses and courage
land of a thousand cultures, which does not reject anyone
but what he has with everyone he shares.
Example of humility, gallantry of temper and love
Resist adversity, for all to be able to show
That this sovereign nation is not destroyed by anyone,
Because this storm will not be permanent.
To you my beautiful Venezuela, dressed in tricolor
with your eight-star ribbon shines your greatness
your children wherever they are,
They long to return soon.
The sun and the gold that we have take care of your yellow
Our seas and the heavens give you blue is so beautiful
What the onoto dries, the red says present
And God gave us eight stars from the sky.
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