Naci Pà Cantarle Al Llano

There is nothing on earth
My blessed God that hurts a llanero more
Singer as I am
In love, composer and troubadour
And it's just missing the voice

To sing to the plains and its paths
I say this because I have lived
Beloved plain moments of despair
When I wanted to sing to you

And please you but my throat fails me
And it's as if they were breaking me
The heart with a whip of steel

So many beautiful songs that enrich my songbook
Some that tell romances of times gone by
And others that are reminiscences of my soul as a reveler

Most are for the plain where I was born in February
In them I worship, respect and venerate it
Because I was born to sing to you, my plain, and if I don't, I die

If I lose my voice
Definitely I will go to the wild plain
To share my sadness

With the roads and the terronal of the estuary
With the stream and the sock
The lagoons, the pica and the watering hole

I will dedicate myself to listening
To the birds with their morning trill
Watching herds and groups
Through the savannah looking towards the feeder
Embedded in rest
Happy and lively of the colts and calves

I will look for a hectare in the mountain and I will make a ranchito veguero
On the banks of the Arauca River where the bonguero passed
Where pure plain air is breathed on all four boundaries

From there I will grab the loving pen of the garcero
And in the evening I will sit on the tranquero
To write to you and contemplate you, my plain, because I love you