Paraguaná

Oh world!, dry land
You see the clouds passing by
Your huts are drying up
And the windstorm doesn't come

What's up with Paraguaná?
What do you say, Paraguaná?
What a good thing, Paraguaná

And only the black trail
Is left by the oil tanker
And the old fisherman
Is sent to fish far away

Path of mules
The old road
Where he passed
On his journey to the coast
Only Juan Pire took
Hope with panela
Some stayed and he returned
To the friendly shade
Of the cotizal

Oh world!, dry land
You're dreaming of change
And the goats you have left
Are looking for their pen

Seeing the refinery
Burning its sky, almost cried
Its hill, almost cried
Seeing the cumaraguas
Back to the sun
Its lonely hill, almost cried
Seeing its poor people
Back to the sun

What's up with Paraguaná?
What do you say, Paraguaná?
What a good thing, Paraguaná
What do you say, Paraguaná?
What a good thing, and I won't say more
What do you say, Paraguaná?
What a good thing, and I won't say more (repeat)

Creole Petroleum Corporation
Mene Grande Oil Company
Shell, House of Rockefeller
What do you say, Paraguaná?
I.N.O.S. Paraguaná
What do you say, Paraguaná?
What a good thing, and I won't say more