In the mountain of Sorte by Yaracuy
In Venezuela, there lives a Goddess
In the Sorte Mountain by Yaracuy
Lives a Goddess, a noble queen
Of great beauty and great goodness
loved by nature
And enlightened with charity
And its walls are made of wind
And its roof made of stars
The moon, the sun, the sky
And the mountain his companions
The rivers, streams and flowers
They are your messengers
Oh hail queen, María Lionza
For Venezuela he goes with his ounce
And taking care of this
And he watches over his entire land
From El Guajiro to Cumana
Take care of the destiny of Latinos
Live united and in freedom
In the mountain of Sorte by Yaracuy
In Venezuela
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
A bouquet of flowers, of white flowers
What is the purity of your goodness?
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
To all the people there in the Cerritos
And there in Caracas protect her
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
Doña María whatever the cost
I'm going to take him to the eastern highway
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
And he is taking care of his Venezuela
From El Guajiro to Cumana
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
It was along the Guanaguanare River
That Coromoto saw her shine
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
She is the queen that the people adore
She is the most popular Goddess
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
Flowers for your altar
Mrs. María, I'm going to take you
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
With tobacco and brandy
The ceremony is about to begin
María Lionza, do me a little miracle
And I'm going to bring you a bouquet of flowers
We say goodbye with a greeting
From Puerto Rico and Panama