It dawns in the Venezuelan Andes, it is already beginning to
The dawn will come out, it already smells of freshly brewed coffee, milk
Freshly milked, mastranto, roasted arepitas
Cream cheese and curd, to that smile with little holes
Of the people of the Andean paramo

Andes, land of frailejones, condors, spectacled bears
The Andes where the people are pure in heart, the land of
The people who are like the nightingale who sing and are happy
Land of the hummingbird, of the partridge, land of beautiful women

It dawns in the Venezuelan Andes, it is already beginning to
The dawn will come out, it already smells of freshly brewed coffee, milk
Freshly milked, mastranto, roasted arepitas
Cream cheese and curd, to that smile with little holes
Of the people of the Andean paramo

Andes, the land of San Benito, of the drum, of the waltz
Of kindness, and gentleness, land where women are
The most beautiful in the country, where the guacharaca announces rain
Where when milking the cow is sung to give more milk
That's why I proudly say I'm from the Andes, a Trujillo native

It dawns in the Venezuelan Andes, it is already beginning to
The dawn will come out, it already smells of freshly brewed coffee, milk
Freshly milked, mastranto, roasted arepitas
Cream cheese and curd, to that smile with little holes
Of the people of the Andean paramo

Andes the land of peace, of saints and wise men, land where he was born
Jose Gregorio Hernandez, Rafael Rangel, Laudelino Mejias
Don Tulio Febres Cordero, land of the five white eagles
Land where the first president of our beloved Venezuela was born

It dawns in the Venezuelan Andes, it is already beginning to
The dawn will come out, it already smells of freshly brewed coffee, milk
Freshly milked, mastranto, roasted arepitas
Cream cheese and curd, to that smile with little holes
Of the people of the Andean paramo