"EN MI BELLO ORIENTE"
En Oriente las palmeras
bailan al son del cantar
Y las las olas en la orilla
dejan huellas de cristal.
El tibio sol se engalana
en las tardes de el ancho mar
y la brisa mañanera te acaricia
Al despertar.
En la gente de mi tierra
siempre reina el amor
Y en sus playas tan hermosas
en su bote navega el pescador.
En Oriente la gente más bella
recibe al turista, te tiende su mano te ofrece su risa,
te abraza, te alegra el corazón.
El joropo Fulia,la jota, el merengue
son ritmos que por tradición mantienen la vida
y reflejan la escencia de nuestro Folklore.
Interludio musical, Guitarra....
(Sus mujeres son hermosas
Y en su piel bien se refleja
El orígen y el color de nuestra identidad) Bis
Es oriente la tierra bella
donde nació el gran Mariscal
(nuestro héroe principal
a quien despido en éste cantar.)Bis
"IN MY BEAUTIFUL EAST"
In the East the palms
they dance to the sound of singing
And the waves on the shore
they leave crystal traces.
The warm sun is adorned
in the evenings of the wide sea
and the morning breeze caresses you
Upon awakening.
In the people of my land
love always reigns
And on its beautiful beaches
The fisherman navigates in his boat.
In the East the most beautiful people
receives the tourist, tends his hand, offers you his laughter,
embraces you, makes your heart happy.
The joropo Fulia, the jack, the merengue
they are rhythms that by tradition maintain
life and reflect the essence of our Folklore.
(Musical interlude, Guitar ....)
(Your women are beautiful
And on his skin is well reflected
The origin and color of our identity) Repeat.
The beautiful land is east
where the great Marshal was born
(our main hero
who I dismiss in this one sing.)repeat