Traigo polvo del camino

I bring dust from the road
Blind street, Tacupae and the guys

I come from the high Apure,
Crossing plains,
Crossing savannas
I come singing a corrido.
I bring dust from the road,
I bring dust from the road,
I bring the foam of the river. (Repeat)

Like the foam of the river
Crossing borders
Starting from the high Apure
For the rest of Venezuela
Longing for my horse
Under a merecuré
I bring dust from the road
And I bring it from Apure

I rode the best horse
Born in Apure
The one that always
Tied up
Under a merecuré
I remember I swam,
I remember I swam
With my horse in Apure. (Repeat)

I still remember they come and go
Of the things I left behind long ago
I can't forget you
I can't get you out
Savannah and Plain
You left in my mind
Come to my land so
Let's take a walk, little puppy in
Venezuela to form the party
You like to move from here to there
To ride the street horse once again

Now I find myself singing
In the city of Caracas,
Where everything is wonderful,
Where everything is prettier.
But I swear, my brother,
But I swear my little brother,
There is no land like my plain.

I bring dust from the road
Venezuela, Venezuela
I bring dust from the road
Feel Venezuela, may