Carmen De Bolivar

Carmen beloved, land of loves
There is light and dreams under your sky
And spring always in your soil
Under your suns full of ardor

Like the honey given by its canes
Your women have red lips
All the fever of your mountains
They carry it within their eyes
Land of pleasures, of light, of joy
Of beautiful women, Carmen my land

The feast of the patroness arrives
There goes the pretty and dark-skinned girl
The Creole bull jumps into the arena
And the most cowardly one shows off

People arrive and to the springs
Kisses and rumors run
And some dreamy eyes
Assassinate us like daggers

Land of pleasures, of light, of joy
Of beautiful women, Carmen my land
Land of pleasures, of light, of joy
Of beautiful women, Carmen land