Gaita a Molero

With sincere pride
We remember your presence
With your guitar in hand
You brought joy to the whole town
You are the folk singer
Our Zulia symbol

Molero, I never forget you
You are an immortal genius
I wish I could hear you sing
Your blooming Maracaibo

No one sang like you did
The contradanza so well
Not a décima, not a waltz
Not a dance, not a bambuco

You were the troubadour
Of the Maracaibo people
By God, in the whole world
There won't be anyone better

Your beloved Josefina
Came to live by your side
Because she wanted to hear
Your cheerful, hometown voice
Your Marabina guitar