Aquel Zuliano
Ricardo Cepeda
That Zulian
The dawn is fresh
And in the Maracaibo dawn
An immense voice is heard
It's the bard who in revelry
Sings his gaitas
Delighting those who listen
In the mist shines
Maracaibo when it sleeps
And silently releases
The scent of its mystery
When noble and grand emerges
The image of that Zulian
Who grows in the dawn
Awakens and shivers
The beloved Sun city
When the beloved voice
Of that faithful bard sings to it
And proudly rises
And offers his heart
To his homeland
With a firm course to the sunset
The Sun projects its agony
The voice fades and the day
Dies wandering like a ghost
Again the city sleeps
With the bard in its lap
In the mist shines
Maracaibo when it sleeps
And silently releases
The scent of its mystery
When noble and grand emerges
The image of that Zulian
Who grows in the dawn
Awakens and shivers
The beloved Sun city
When the beloved voice
Of that faithful bard sings to it
And proudly rises
And offers his heart
To his homeland
The light is born and the morning
Interrupts my dream
The voice I think was a dream
But there is a pleasant mystery
He left his cuatro forgotten
Underneath my window
In the mist shines
Maracaibo when it sleeps
And silently releases
The scent of its mystery
When noble and grand emerges
The image of that Zulian
Who grows in the dawn
Awakens and shivers
The beloved Sun city
When the beloved voice
Of that faithful bard sings to it
And proudly rises
And offers his heart
To his homeland
