El Ferry
Gaiteros de Pillopo
The Ferry
When the bridge didn't exist
And you wanted to cross the lake
You could embark
On a ferry, night and day
The little chairs were made of wicker
Where you made the journey
And you gladly drank
A cold foamy one
They leave from Palmarejo
And from here, from Maracaibo
The most beautiful ride
Sailing on the lake
3 reales if you go on foot
And 5 bolos by car
And it was the bridge over the lake
Majestic and colossal
That put the final point
To that beloved transport
But an oil tanker
Crashed against the colossus
Forcing the way
To the Maracaibo ferry
They leave from Palmarejo
And from here, from Maracaibo
The most beautiful ride
Sailing on the lake
3 reales if you go on foot
And 5 bolos by car
The line was a desperation
To reach Maracaibo
I got sick
And they put me first
Now let me tell you
That between each journey
I could see how
Our bridge grew in the lake
And with pride!
They leave from Palmarejo
And from here, from Maracaibo
The most beautiful ride
Sailing on the lake
3 reales if you go on foot
And 5 bolos by car
