Golpe Tucuyano

To the world of Barquisimeto
said a Barquisimetano
I say to the world El Tocuyo
because I am from Tocuyo.

Give me a kiss
dark-skinned soul.
Give me a kiss
dark-skinned soul.
Goodbye because I'm leaving now
maybe I won't come back tomorrow.

Who would be a lapa
now you are a lapa,
but tonight
you won't escape me,
the picure left
eating in a hurry,
with the vegetables
and the afures,
the eel left
along the shores,
with a transcaso
in the rump,
the deer left,
the deer left
but tonight
it stays lying down.

I won't say anything about the cachicamo
because the traps have fallen apart.

That stick is very badly bitten
who would bite that stick.
That stick is very badly bitten
who would bite that stick.

I am that dark-skinned man
who sings the goodbyes.
I am that dark-skinned man
who sings the goodbyes.