De La Pastora Al Saladillo
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From La Pastora to El Saladillo
From La Pastora to El Saladillo, from a Caraqueño to a Zuliano
A sovereign permission was granted by God to Billo
From La Pastora to El Saladillo, from a Caraqueño to a Zuliano
Why take the bard, to the land of his idyll
From La Pastora to El Saladillo, from a Caraqueño to a Zuliano
And upon arriving at La Pastora, the two bards were amazed
They heard Christmas carols as in the past
A drumbeat is heard
The Grey marked their chorus
Ricardo looked at Billo, and Billo looked
At the dawn
And upon arriving at La Pastora, the two bards were amazed
They heard Christmas carols as in the past
A drumbeat is heard
The Grey marked their chorus
Ricardo looked at Billo, and Billo looked
Billo looked
He looked at the dawn
Billo looked (chorus)
To El Saladillo
He looked at the dawn
Billo looked
He looked at Caracas
Billo looked
To La Pastora
He looked at the dawn
Through the lands of La Pastora, a Christmas song was heard
From La Pastora to El Saladillo, from a Caraqueño to a Zuliano
This song recalls
The old gaitero beat
From La Pastora to El Saladillo, from a Caraqueño to a Zuliano
And upon arriving at La Pastora, the two bards were amazed
They heard Christmas carols as in the past
A drumbeat is heard
The Grey marked their chorus
Ricardo looked at Billo, and Billo looked
At the dawn
And upon arriving at La Pastora, the two bards were amazed
They heard Christmas carols as in the past
A drumbeat is heard
The Grey marked their chorus
Ricardo looked at Billo, and Billo looked
Billo looked
With nostalgia they embraced (Billo looked)
They missed the Christmas carols
He looked at the dawn
Billo looked
As in the old times (Billo looked)
They sang to us with pleasure
He looked at the dawn
He looked at the dawn
He looked at the dawn
I love my Caracas so much
He looked at the dawn
I am a gaitero by heritage
He looked at the dawn
Good joke you played on me, Isidoro
He looked at the dawn
Sing gaitero, Zulian gaita (he looked at the dawn)
To Maracaibo I go!
El Saladillo (Billo looked)
A rhythm of Llanera soul (Billo looked)
To La Pastora
He looked at the dawn (chorus)
Billo looked (chorus)
Long live the flower of La Habana (Billo looked)
Billo is leaving, he is leaving
He looked at the dawn
Ricardo looked at Billo, and Billo looked
At the dawn
Go
