Hablame de Maracaibo

I only ask my God in heaven
Give me life and give me a throat
To sing this blessed bagpipe
Because that's what I was born a bagpiper for
And if possible, the Chinese Virgin
More than a wish, it is my great desire
If I was born in this blessed land in Maracaibo I would die

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old Easter blow
My small homeland, land of the Sun, cradle of bagpipers
For her I sing, for her I live, for her I die
Tell me about Maracaibo
I'm just a kid and I'm telling you that in my city
From that bridge you can see a large lake in the immensity
And in the basilica is the virgin Chiquinquirá!
Tell me about Maracaibo

Of the greatness of Maracaibo
I give reference in my chorus
This gaita is sung by a child who gives his life for this land
The cathedral, Baralt Square, the procession, the right street
I still have things to tell, keep writing, poet!!!

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old Easter blow
My small homeland, land of the Sun, cradle of bagpipers
For her I sing, for her I live, for her I die
Tell me about Maracaibo
I'm just a kid and I'm telling you that in my city
From that bridge you can see a large lake in the immensity
And in the basilica is the virgin Chiquinquirá!
Tell me about Maracaibo

If they chose me to sing to you
More than an honor, it is my commitment
My Maracaibo is paradise
Forgive me, my God, for being almost part of it
And if I decided this my destiny
Give me life to love you
The treasure of the people of Maracaibo is for the world its people

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old Easter blow
My small homeland, land of the Sun, cradle of bagpipers
For her I sing, for her I live, for her I die
Tell me about Maracaibo
I'm just a kid and I'm telling you that in my city
From that bridge you can see a large lake in the immensity
And in the basilica is the virgin Chiquinquirá!
Tell me about Maracaibo