La Retreta

I go to the dance and the retreat
Six in the afternoon I'm already in Patiquinao
There's gaita everywhere, the atmosphere is burning
Well decorated every street, every corner
So that the Chinese woman passes by and blesses the neighborhood
Six in the afternoon I'm already in Patiquinao
There's gaita everywhere, the atmosphere is burning
Well decorated every street, every corner
So that the Chinese woman passes by and blesses the neighborhood

I go to the dance and the retreat
I go to the square to enjoy the evenings
I look for the village sound
Of Ruben the bell ringer echoing in the neighborhood
And I look for the hustle and bustle of the gaita and the gaiteros
The most festive corner
That's our gentility
And I carry in my blood the Maracaibo feeling
Jocular, popular that expands my heart
I go to the dance and the retreat

Zulia turns over, the night marvels
Among straw hats, culture, and gatherings
The young people shout and the wind music
And the girls smile in the lively night

Zulia turns over, the night marvels
Among straw hats, culture, and gatherings
The young people shout and the wind music
And the girls smile in the lively night

I go to the dance and the retreat
I go to the square to enjoy the evenings
I look for the village sound
Of Ruben the bell ringer echoing in the neighborhood
And I look for the hustle and bustle of the gaita and the gaiteros
The most festive corner
That's our gentility
And I carry in my blood the Maracaibo feeling
Jocular, popular that expands my heart
I go to the dance and the retreat

What a great moment, here comes the procession
The whole town is emotion, tears and a great feeling
Among prayers and gaita serenades
Comes my dark-skinned queen distributing blessings
What a great moment, here comes the procession
The whole town is emotion, tears and a great feeling
Among prayers and gaita serenades
Comes my dark-skinned queen distributing blessings

I go to the dance and the retreat
I go to the square to enjoy the evenings
I look for the village sound
Of Ruben the bell ringer echoing in the neighborhood
And I look for the hustle and bustle of the gaita and the gaiteros
The most festive corner
That's our gentility
And I carry in my blood the Maracaibo feeling
Jocular, popular that expands my heart
I go to the dance and the retreat