Como Olvidarte Llanura
Jorge Guerrero
How to Forget You Plain
In a piece of homeland
My thirsty song was born
From the plain: Opportunity is
To give thanks
To that even land
To that vast soil
Where I received life
By the grace of my ancestors
Without thinking that the divine God
Gave me the gift by right
To write and be a singer
See how I demonstrate it
Oh, you are witness, plain
Of the day of my birth
Of that first cry
That startled the sky
As it got lost, lonely
Among the waves of the wind
To later become
The essence of my verses
Those that I turn into verses
To express feelings
That in my heart I can't
Keep for long
Because, if not
They turn into sorrows and suffering
How to forget you, plain
If in you lie the remains
Of the old man who made me a man
When in that intense plain
We praised the suns
Of a strong and dry February
His teachings and his tenderness
To adhere to my affection
In your paths, plain
Like a silent testament
My footprints of bare feet
Proof of the restless boy
Who is shaped in the savannah
Like the wild horse
Brought to meekness
By the pull of a halter
He, to express it
Took his right fist
And shouted: I am a real man
Hitting his chest
Loneliness overwhelms me
Plain, when I'm away
In your evening glow
Of your stream and dry bench
Where the palm is still
Immersed in enchantment
To welcome the night
Like arms wide open
Your dawn gave me tenderness
Good faith and joy
Virtues that, thanks to the Lord
Go with my temperament
Oh, how to forget you, plain
Abode of a thousand laments
That I left in a silent night
To break the silence
Through drawers of savannah
With the picturesque course
Of a midnight star
That fades by moments
Because the distance is too much
For it to stay still
That's why they baptized me
The son of the inner plain
Because I was born there in Elorza
A town founded in the center
Of the distant state of Apure
Where the llanero is determined
The women are beautiful
Full of merit
Give it hard and don't stop
I'm going to ask you, master
To party until dawn
Tonight I'm ready
I'm a friend of the friend
My friendship is priceless
I throw back at those who throw at me
If they respect me, I respect
When I like a woman
I fall in love and give my all
And one of the things, cousin
That I don't accept even in jest
Is that there are really bad guys
Who think they have too much talent
I keep them in check
So they stay in their place
I am calm and serene
But if they look for a fight
I hit hard so they feel
The weight of the law
So when they say they're coming
I say: I'm coming and going
And now, to conclude
I send my prayers to the sky
And the flavor of my song
To you, Lord, I offer it
Here a son of the homeland
Will thank you for this
Because I, in the staff
Also deserve a place