Gaita a Molero
Con un orgullo sincero
Tu presencia recordamos
Con tu guitarra en la mano
Alegraste al pueblo entero
Vos sois armando molero
Nuestro símbolo zuliano
Molero nunca te olvido
Vos sois un genio inmortal
Quisiera oírte cantar
Tu maracaibo florido
Como armando nadie supo
La contradanza cantar
Ni una décima, ni un vals
Ni una danza, ni un bambuco
Vos fuiste el trovador
Del pueblo maracaibero
Por dios que en el mundo entero
No habrá ninguno mejor
Tu adorada josefina
A tu lado fue a morar
Porque quería escuchar
Tu alegre voz pueblerina
Tu guitarra marabina
Guitar to the Folk Singer
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