Con las Manos en el Pecho
Alitasia
With Hands on the Chest
Who has not offered a serenade
Who has not dreamed of our china
And who has not seen the divine light of Catatumbo
On silver nights
Who has not listened to Armando Molero
When at twelve with beautiful dances
He elegantly reminded me
That this is the Zulia I love so much
With hands on the chest
We sing this song
Wrapped in the charm
For the magical enchantment
Of this splendid land
Full of warrior men
Orchards of great gaiteros
Of muses, verses, and prose
Orchards of great gaiteros
Of muses, verses, and prose
Who has not sailed
in a canoe
To the shores of our lake
Marveling with great praise
When the sun rises in the morning
Who does not remember those days
When Ricardo immortalized
For history the Grey Zuliana
And today it is the anthem of the gaiteros
With hands on the chest
We sing this song
Wrapped in the charm
For the magical enchantment
Of this splendid land
Full of warrior men
Orchards of great gaiteros
Of muses, verses, and prose
Courtyard of great gaiteros
Of muses, verses, and prose
Who is not happy to have been born
In this rewarding land
Carrying the gaita as a banner
With the moments we have lived
Now let's hold hands
And sincerely answer me
All of you if you do not feel
Proud today to be Zulianos
With hands on the chest
We sing this song
Wrapped in the charm
For the magical enchantment
Of this splendid land
Full of warrior men
Orchards of great gaiteros
Of muses, verses, and prose
I die for the gaita
For its verses and its prose
