Así Es Maracaibo

When you arrive at a port in the early morning
Where the gentle sea leads into the distance
The rhythmic cadence of some dance
That the boatman bids farewell in the cove

This is Maracaibo
When dawn breaks
A port that offers all the grace in its bay

This is Maracaibo
When dawn breaks
A port that offers all the grace in its bay

But if attracted by the bustle of the city
You jump ashore to explore
And the vendor offers you his trinkets
Or the driver shouts
To Las Veritas, to Nueva Vía

This is Maracaibo in broad daylight
Shows the hustle with which it survives reality

This is Maracaibo in broad daylight
Shows the hustle with which it survives reality

And if you feel like going to the outskirts
Upon hearing a furro in El Saladillo
Or the humming of a verse with its chorus
Of a cheerful and lively music

This is Maracaibo in the dead of night
It shows the extravagance of what Maracaibo gaita is

This is Maracaibo in the dead of night
It shows the extravagance of what Maracaibo gaita is

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

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

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

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

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

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