Yo No Me Voy de Mi Llano

I'm not leaving my plain, don't bother me buddy
Look where I have those Paso Real and Cunaviche cows
I have to milk them so that their udders become full
And then curdle the milk so it doesn't get sour

The floor is for the little pig, so that it doesn't throw a tantrum
And a little seat for the boy so he can run around in the yard
Then I return to the farm, for the sugar cane and the mill
Dude, look at that pipe full of fucking Caribbean, Those who give me strength for when I hang the moriche
I call my old garrancho so we can start a ruckus

I'm not leaving my plain, don't bother me buddy
Look where I have that colt eating so he can swell up
He is quite delicate, whistle at him so he neighs. I still saddle him covered, he doesn't like to be cinched

In the love I go out to visit a corner
I have to face the other side and my wife will lynch me
In it I return scratched, singing and stinking of miche
I'm not leaving my home, my friend, don't be nosy
Here we live very healthy and it's not that I'm infatuated
But I'm not leaving the plains even if I'm not carrying a winch