Ay Maracaibo

My Maracaibo as always with its light and shadows
With its tears and laughter vibrant pulse of its dynamic
Beautiful history of sustained creation noble essence
Of the great history

Oh Maracaibo that enchants me that recalls old
Adventures in the little streets of my neighborhood, the hustle and bustle
The kids in a courtyard under a trellis I believe I hear
Singing to Ricardo
Oh Maracaibo

Who said memories don't go far
This is the blow that inspires the gaita of old times
Life wouldn't be life if not for memories
That which nestles in my chest must be because it's what I most
Desire

Oh Maracaibo that enchants me that recalls old
Adventures in the little streets of my neighborhood, the hustle and bustle
The kids in a courtyard under a trellis I believe I hear
Singing to Ricardo
Oh Maracaibo that enchants me that recalls old
Adventures in the little streets of my neighborhood, the hustle and bustle
The kids where will they be in a courtyard under a trellis I believe I hear
Singing to Ricardo
Alitasia always alitasia

I give my heart to this sovereign town
This is the blow that inspires the gaita of old times
My hands overflow with love and blessing
That which nestles in my chest must be because it's what I most
Desire

Oh Maracaibo that enchants me that recalls old
Adventures in the little streets of my neighborhood, the hustle and bustle
The kids in a courtyard under a trellis I believe I hear
Singing to Ricardo
Oh Maracaibo that enchants me that recalls old
Adventures in the little streets of my neighborhood, the hustle and bustle
"The laralaira of my mama" the kids in a courtyard under a
Trellis I believe I hear