Hablame de Maracaibo

I only ask my God in heaven
May it give me life and give me throat
To sing this blessed bagpipe
Because that's why I was born a piper
And if possible, Chinese virgin
More than a wish, it is my great desire
If I was born in this blessed land in Maracaibo I will die

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old astonishing blow
My 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 child and I tell 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 Maracaibera greatness
I give reference in my chorus
This bagpipe is sung by a child who gives his life for this land.
The cathedral, the plaza baralt, the procession, the right street
I still have things to tell, keep writing poet!!!

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old astonishing blow
My homeland, small 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 child and I tell 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 a quasi-part
And if I decided on this my destiny
May it give me life to love you
The treasure of the Marabinos is its people for the world

Tell me about Maracaibo
Blessed land, land of the old Easter blow
My homeland, small 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 child and I tell 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