Poems Of Tradicional Play

I want at this moment to dedicate my song
To all the children of Venezuela, today I will sing
About the traditional Venezuelan games
And that I know that those who are adults, young and
Third age we play it

The game of the Trompo is fun and we always
We entertained seeing that rhombus spinning
Perinola, it’s a fun game, where we all apostac
Who fit it more, we slept the thumb of
So much to give the perinola

Volantin, you have several names, some tell him
Samuraca, other witches, and so was the name that
He wanted to give, many endured Sun waiting wind
To see him fly tightly, he placed heeles to make him fall
Otherapa papagayo

Betters, it was a fun game, it was played hollow, triangle
The same beetles were betting, the most beautiful metra
He told him the coconut, some got angry when he won
The beetra, but the most beautiful thing was that it is shared with
The companions

I want at this moment to dedicate my song
To all the children of Venezuela, today I will sing
About the traditional Venezuelan games
And that I know that those who are adults, young and
Third age we play it