De La Pastora Al Saladillo
De la pastora al saladillo de un caraqueño a un zuliano
Un permiso soberano le concedió Dios a Billo
De la pastora al saladillo de un caraqueño a un zuliano
Para qué llevar al bardo, al terruño de su idilio
De la pastora al saladillo de un caraqueño a un zuliano
Y al llegar a la pastora, se asombraron los dos bardos
Se escucharon aguinaldos como en las pascuas de otrora
Se oye un golpe de tambora
La Grey marcó su estribillo
Ricardo miraba a billo, y billo miró
La aurora
Y al llegar a la pastora, se asombraron los dos bardos
Se escucharon aguinaldos como en las pascuas de otrora
Se oye un golpe de tambora
La grey marcó su estribillo
Ricardo miraba a billo, y billo miró
Billo miró
Miró la aurora
Billo miró (coro)
Al saladillo
Miró la aurora
Billo miró
Miro a caracas
Billo miró
A la pastora
Miró a la aurora
Por predios de la pastora se escuchó un canto pascuero
De la pastora al saladillo de un caraqueño a un zuliano
Este canto rememora
El viejo golpe gaitero
De la pastora al saladillo de un caraqueño a un zuliano
Y al llegar a la pastora, se asombraron los dos bardos
Se escucharon aguinaldos como en las pascuas de otrora
Se oye un golpe de tambora
La grey marcó su estribillo
Ricardo miraba a billo, y billo miró
La aurora
Y al llegar a la pastora, se asombraron los dos bardos
Se escucharon aguinaldos como en las pascuas de otrora
Se oye un golpe de tambora
A grey marcó su estribillo
Ricardo miraba a billo, y billo miró
Billo miró
De nostalgia se abrazaron (billo miró)
Extrañaron aguinaldos
Miró la aurora
Billo miró
Como en los tiempos de otrora (billo miró)
Nos cantaron con agrado
Miró la aurora
Miró la aurora
Miró la aurora
Es que yo quiero tanto a mi caracas
Miró la aurora
Soy gaitero por herencia
Miró la aurora
Buena broma que me echaste Isidoro
Miró la aurora
Canta gaitero, gaita zuliana (miró la aurora)
A Maracaibo me voy!
El saladillo (billo miró)
Un compás de alma llanera (billo miró)
A la pastora
Miró la aurora (coro)
Billo miró (coro)
Viva la flor de La Habana (billo miró)
Se va Billo, se va
Miró la aurora
Ricardo miraba a billo, y billo miró
La aurora
Vaya
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