Reflejos de Mi Lago
Rincón Morales
Reflections of My Lake
I was born on this shore
Of Lake Coquivacoa
A canoe was my cradle
And a palm tree my roof
I was born on this shore
Of Lake Coquivacoa
A canoe was my cradle
And a palm tree my roof
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
A diamond shines in chimera
Of the Catatumbo that kisses
In front of my princess
My Maracaibo girl
A diamond shines in chimera
Of the Catatumbo that kisses
In front of my princess
My Maracaibo girl
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
And whoever, passing the bridge
Looks at you with joy
From there becomes your child
With pure and latent love
And whoever, passing the bridge
Looks at you with joy
From there becomes your child
With pure and latent love
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
When the morning star falls asleep
And the Sun starts to rise
A gaita goes flying
Among the breeze and coconut tree
When the morning star falls asleep
And the Sun starts to rise
A gaita goes flying
Among the breeze and coconut tree
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
Today the Moon reflects
In my Maracaibo lake
On that divine puddle
Where the stars sleep
Made with breezes and palm trees
With lovers' kisses
With joys and sorrows
And an enchanted Catatumbo
