Caracas Vieja
Billo Frómeta (Luis María Frómeta)
Old Caracas
Today as you dress up again
A pleasant memory remains of you
Today as you drift away
With deep sadness I sing to you like this
Old Caracas, with discreet bars
Old Caracas, with a sweet song
With you, you take my dearest memories
Nights of moons, serenades, and a balcony
Old Caracas, as you go with the years
With each bar we stop seeing
Goes an idyll, goes a romance
Goes a memory of our yesterday
