Viejos Recuerdos Llaneros

Old llanero memories
Old memories that stick with me over the years
That feeling of the plains grows in my chest
It's been years since I've seen you, old Araucanian box
How will the old town be
The old town like a March revelry
I get sad when I'm far away
And my cuatro is my comfort when I come home from work
I start singing for a while

And memories afflict me
And those times when I was a young boy
Truth, damn it, and that old lagoon
That cooled me down when I listened to the songs
And the caravans and guires that flew with fright

Old llanero memories
Old memories of those past times
That live in my memory in a cherished corner
It seems like yesterday when I said goodbye to you, my plain
They heal my feelings like the Argentine peace of summer
And I empty them, fill them with tears of water
When memories come and I long for what I miss

And I want when I die
When I die, bury me in your cloak
Truth, damn it, sing me the passage farewell to the Arauca ravine
To continue resting and living eternally in your distant horizon