Vuelve Al Llano

Back to the plains, back to the plains
Cowboy, this is your land
The plains are calling me
Listen, beautiful woman
But that's right, lamented
I hear its cry in the wind
Like an echo in the distance

Very sad and distressed
Maybe because I'm far away
And I've never returned
To sing to its estuaries
Like in the past

Where is my horse
That reddish-gray one
On which I used to spend time
Partying in love
Last night I was dreaming
And today I woke up homesick
Because I saw my little ranch
Lonely and abandoned
With the walls falling down

The roof and the loft
The fence on the ground
And the yard overgrown
The mango and the dibidibi
I dreamed they had dried up
The little cane in front
I also dreamed it was covered
In the mangrove bush
The caracara no longer nests
The thrushes and chumiches
Have moved to another place
Your plainswoman and I as well
I don't know why we came
To live so messed up
In eternal distress
With so much insecurity
And the polluted air
It's true that in the city
Everything is modernized
And despite everything
Don't think I'm settled
I can't get used to it here
I feel trapped
And if I don't go back to the plains
I'll die in despair
Because there in my plains
We live carefree
Eating cassava and plantains
Fried pork and fish
Every now and then we go out
To the town for a market
And before we know it
The little ones are all grown up
There we live peacefully
With just a handful of money
In the evening we'll go out
With the sun of the deer
To leave in the fields
The dogs all muddy
So they can watch over the corn
Because there's capybara stewed