Linda Barinas

I bring a llanero cry
That came out of 'I love you'
To sing to you, Barinas
Landscape of dream
That God has given me
In front of the Andean peaks

That's why when I sing to you
That's why when I sing to you
Under the smell of mastranto
And the perfume of your flowers
And I know well that your women
Have roses and carnations
And the love of my loves

Beautiful Barinas, llanera land
Paths of palm trees and sun
When they paint so beautifully
There among the evenings
And the landscape beautifies
Brushstrokes of a sunset