El Esequibo
Gillman
The Essequibo
Years of waiting for a piece of land
Since we have reason
His face appears on maps behind bars
Without an owner, without a home, and without a nation
And without a nation!
Listen, sir, look for your identification
So you remember your condition
Listen, sir, look for your identification
So you remember your condition
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
While the land sleeps awaiting its destiny
It continues to reflect sadness for a wounded gulf
Distant relatives, brothers
United by a single cry of an impassioned people
Of an impassioned people!
Listen, sir, look for your identification
So you remember your condition
Listen, sir, look for your identification
So you remember your condition
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
Yes!
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is Venezuelan land
The Essequibo is mine, is yours, is ours
Yes, sir!
