Canto a Caracas
La Lupe
Song to Caracas
To sing to you, I set the harp
All the golden strings
To sing to you, my throat
Like a nightingale
To sing to you, my Caracas
I've asked the poet
To give my verses
All his inspiration
To sing to you, I set the harp
All the golden strings
To sing to you, my throat
Like a nightingale
To sing to you, my Caracas
I've asked the poet
To give my verses
All his inspiration
And I love my Caracas so much
That while I live, I can't forget
Its hills, its red rooftops, its beautiful sky
The flowers, in a thousand colors, from Galipán
And I love this Caracas so much
That I only ask God when I die
Instead of a prayer over my grave
The last beat of the llanera soul
And I love my Caracas so much
That while I live, I can't forget
Its hills, its red rooftops, its beautiful sky
The flowers, in a thousand colors, from Galipán
And I love this Caracas so much
That I only ask God when I die
Instead of a prayer over my grave
And the last beat of the llanera soul
