The heavens hang low here in Venezuela, so proud the mountains shine a

Thousand miles away

The breeze blows free through the grasslands of Venezuela, we're living at

The edge of the world

We pray for the day, we long for the night to come, through the ozone layer

The yellow star blazed on



It's only a mythology; we never know whatever is it couldn't be better

Still only our sadness holds us apart, sorrow holds us together



We reel in the glare here in Venezuela, through the shimmering haze we

Watch the telescopes turn

We swoon in the stare here in Venezuela, we fall and wither on a shadowless

Plain



Never surmount, no, never surpass, no, never surrender

How wearily, how bravely we drive the animals home

In this Paradise the light just burns our faces

Come the day those rays will shine on through