Viejo Laurel Sabanero

Time that I didn't look at you
That I didn't look at you, old laurel from the plains
Today the nests of your branches

With the winter they rotted on the ground
And the oriole that sang to you
Said goodbye to you with its flight

Sad the savannah looks
Oh the savannah, the stream cries in silence
The somber palm grove complains
And from the mountain the sobs of the brook
Sound like sad notes that pierce my brain

The dark heron flew, a seagull and a lagunero rooster
The bellflower dried up, the thornbush withered
And the flowers of the boral with the sun have already died

Time passed silently
But relentlessly gave you its precise blow
Little by little and slowly they hurt your branches
Leaving your trunk dry, alone, mute, and pitiful

Rotting my laurel
Between the hands of the sun and the downpours
Now who will give me shade

Who will be my companion
Who will keep my nostalgia
Old laurel from the plains

Goodbye old laurel friend
It will be forever, I won't say see you later
Since I don't plan to return
Because memories might kill me
Of the times I shared with you when I was little

Everything seems like a lie
A lie I still believe is a dream
But it's the biggest truth
And regrettable because it has no remedy
Everything that is born dies, nothing in life is eternal

For the rest of my days
I will miss you because I can't forget you
I feel you like a brother, like a brother I love you
Like I love my horse, my saddle, rope, and hat

Like I adore my savannah
And the morning, that cheers me up and gives me comfort

Like the wind gives to the palm tree
Like the bull to the cattle pen
Like the sun to the grove
And the dark cloud to the thunder

And this passage in your name
Laurel friend, will remain in the entire plain
So that the image of your path never fades
And the wind spreads it
Through the plains' paths.