Así Es Maracaibo

When you arrive at a port at dawn
Where the sea leads to the ontananza or
The cadenced rhythm of some dance
That the boguero says goodbye in the cove

This is Maracaibo at dawn
A port that offers all the grace that there is in its harbor

This is Maracaibo at dawn
A port that offers all the grace that there is in its harbor

But if attracted by the hustle and bustle of the city
You jump ashore to snoop around
And the seller offers you his trinkets
Or the driver yells at you
To Las Veritas, to New Way

This is Maracaibo in broad daylight
It shows the hustle and bustle with which reality subsists

This is Maracaibo in broad daylight
It shows the hustle and bustle with which reality subsists

And if you feel desires for the outskirts
Hearing a furry in Saladillo
Or the humming of a verse with its chorus
From a cheerful, chatty music

This is Maracaibo in the middle of the night
It shows you the waste of what is gaita maracaibera

This is Maracaibo in the middle of the night
It shows you the waste of what is gaita maracaibera

And when you set sail from the port that impressed you
You feel in your soul that something has bewitched you
It was the nightly flickering of Bella Vista
Or the highly venerated sacred image of La Chinita

This is Maracaibo, Mr. Tourist
You will remember it just like I do

This is Maracaibo, Mr. Tourist
You will remember it just like I do

And when you set sail from the port that impressed you
You feel in your soul that something has bewitched you
It was the nightly flickering of Bella Vista
Or the highly venerated sacred image of La Chinita

This is Maracaibo, Mr. Tourist
You will remember it just like I do

This is Maracaibo, Mr. Tourist
You will remember it just like I do