La Grey Zuliana
Ricardo Aguirre
The Zulian Flock
At all times
When you go out to the street
My queen
Your beloved people
Have been confused
In a single love
Immense love
Glorious, lofty
Sublime and tender
Heavenly love
Divine and holy
Towards your goodness
My mother, if the government
Doesn't help the Zulian people
You will have to take action
And send them to hell
My mother, if the government
Doesn't help the Zulian people
You will have to take action
And send them to hell
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
Your people now ask you
My mother, help them
And grant them fortune
With much love they implore you
Your people now ask you
My mother, help them
And grant them fortune
With much love they implore you
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
They ran out of money
And started laughing
But it could backfire on them
They ran out of money
And started laughing
But it could backfire on them
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
Maracaibo has given so much
That it should have
Roads aplenty
With singing morocotas
Maracaibo has given so much
That it should have
Roads aplenty
With singing morocotas
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
The Zulian flock
Like a popular rosary
Kneels down to implore
To their patroness
And a mountain
Wants to give
A cascade of prayers
This masterful gaita
That the Saladillo sings
