Doña Josefina
the fine sand of La Guajira
looks like a lyre
when the God of the winds beats it
How do you think Doña Josefina?
that in Guajira
the Venezuelan resolana
love burns
And that guitar made
with Sinamaica wood
was harmoniously painted with music
the tulle of your soul
And there will be no silence, Doña Josefina
as long as there is a breeze
that sings in your palm
and as long as men
sing for the Homeland
br/>Doña Josefina
her hot land is the swallow
who sells her country without love for her
her wings are burning
How do you think Doña Josefina ?
if a united struggle
revives in the people
the libertarian voice of the Liberator

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