To the slum, I know I will come back
For Borges, I know I will come back
And to the pretty Maracaibó
I will come back, too.
I want the ones from home to see me
they will see me
There's still someone left
who knows?
I don't look at all like
the one who left, he already left
Noone can hear us telling them
That if they're waiting for me, what do I know?
If they remember my face, I will go fetch them
What is left here, very good
I will go fetch them
"I will go fetch el Japo, and the pretty Maracaibo"
Noone can hear us telling them
May the ones from home see me...(I know I will come back)
There's still someone left...(I know I will come back)
I don't look at all...(I know I will come back)
And if they're waiting for me...(I know I will come back)
And if they remember my face...(I know I will come back)
What stays at this place....(I know I will come back)
And to the pretty Maracaibo.