Sombrero

High-crowned hat and wide-brimmed hat
Hat, whether made of cogollo or hair
You are the typical llanero attire
Hat, that beautiful guama hair
Worn by the llaneros
In Sunday gatherings
The one Alberto Arvelo used
Alberto Arvelo, had black guama hair
The poet of my plains, the poet of my town

Hat that protects me from the harsh summer sun
And from the cold humidity
Cold humidity
Of the relentless downpour
When I'm wrapped up
Riding around, my companion. REPEAT

You can't see a good horseman
Who doesn't wear a hat
Hat, I'm not a city slicker
I'm a seasoned llanero worker
Hat, of rodeos and wild adventures
Hat that saved me from that black snake
When it was chasing me
I threw it and it coiled around the hat
The same one I take off
When greeting gentlemen

From that fierce old bull
When I peeled off a loop
I don't know what would have happened
If I hadn't dodged my hat in my hand
With which I made a move
I made a swift move