Buen llanero

Like any good Llanero
I return with my strong song
Join me, maestro
Focus on the strumming
Excuse me, my friend
Leading is what I want
I think it’s better
If you play it like a cowboy
To open my theme
The essence of my mind
Because since I was a kid
I've carried my father's advice
And I want to share it
With all my buddies
And like an audience that listens
To this humble partygoer
For everything, you need to set
A goal is the first thing
And my goal in this field
That I've had since I was little
With my simple style
A grounded man
If you allow me
To instill
Our music that I want
In the new generation
Kids, ladies, gentlemen
We shouldn’t pretend
To have things we don’t
And we should appreciate
The riches of this land
We have raw materials
We have guts and brains
Venezuela, you are one
That Bolívar, with care
Fought to free you
A mission they fulfilled
Nature is wise
We give thanks to the supreme
This time I went to my plains
To check out the stream
And I felt deep inside
The heron communicating
The distant horizon
With its savanna hills
The whisper of the breeze
The old bull in the pasture
The carrao in the clearings
The little lagoon rooster
Telling me, you handsome...
Kid, I know you’re good
Today we’re going to name you
The missionary of folklore
So the essence of these lands
Is not covered by fakes
I give thanks to my God
For waking up each day
Looking at His creation
And His beautiful geography
I don’t have a great voice
Nor would I say it’s bad
To show off with my people
Because good education
Means treating with kindness
Helps those in need
God would reward you
At the same time, on one hand
Says my philosophy
That teaches us to be ourselves
No one else would copy you
Lessons from the road
Like the rough stone
How nice it is to enjoy
The jug was held
By a fork of yopo
That would charm anyone
Our old campechana
Our dish of food
The chiguire stew
And a cachama was boiling
The Llanero picadillo
What a good joke it would be
If you want to move your hips
That’s a lack of joy
Come and dance my joropo
Right next to the excitement
And if you want to get in the mood
With the open plains
Let’s go to the little ranches
With the party lit
There’s a good mautesito
To get your groove on
I always keep moving forward
Because there’s no shortage behind
Every head is a world
According to psychology
If we put love
Into our homeland, yours and mine
And appreciate more the values
Ethical with mastery
I find myself proud
Thank you, my Virgin Mary
For being a Venezuelan
With good blood running
For being Emilio's son
A grandson of Ana María
Of Juana Plácida Jaime
Tarsila, my mother
Also to my grandfather Antonio
Wait for me in the drought
To lend a hand
From the day’s labors...