Joropo Arte latino

Folks, the joropo has arrived
Pure Venezuelan style
This joropo is homegrown
This joropo is beautiful
It's my joropo from the plains
A national treasure
From the Bolivarian people...

I’m buzzing with emotion
'Cause I sing with love
I don’t sell it, I give it away
If you don’t know it yet
I’m happy to introduce
My legendary joropo

Yes, legendary
I compare the joropo
To rancheras and tangos
'Cause they all have melody
Their lyrics have deep roots
It’s so much fun to dance
To Dominican merengue
Tell me about vallenato
Played by Colombians
In Puerto Rico, salsa
How beautiful is a Cuban son
And I can’t forget
My Peruvian brothers
Ecuadorians too
Hondurans, Bolivians
With this, I want to say
That we’re all brothers
We should stand united
In good times and bad
The sun shines for everyone
And God extends His hand to us
Here in Venezuela
We keep fighting and fighting
Sometimes we laugh
And sometimes we cry
But look at me
Here I am singing
And now to continue
I want you to pay attention
So you can hear a harpist
Playing beautifully tuned

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The joropo is becoming
For Venezuelans
A flag, a shield...
A way to identify ourselves
With indigenous blood
Of a free spirit...

It crosses from north to south
From east to west
It has traveled many roads
When people hear it
They shout with great joy
My legendary joropo

Yes, legendary
Beautiful like the savanna
Light as a horse
Smells like burnt herbs
On the first of May
It was born with the history
Of the first centaurs
Bolívar, Páez, and Miranda
And Sucre, that famous one
The plains folk danced it
Doña Bárbara and Luzardo
Maricela and little Juan
But those times have passed
The commitment is with me
And I must represent it
Sing it like it’s sung
With lyrics and well-tuned
'Cause I intend
To take it everywhere
And one day I will shout
With the flag in my hand
Long live all over the world
Latin Americans