Llanera Altiva

So sweet your mouth like sugar cane
So marshy your pupils
You carry this land
Everything in you, proud plainswoman

I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life
Like one who watches over the enclosure
In the night without fireflies
And after the wandering work
Where fatigue is a siesta
Love starts to whistle
To the wild herd
And to the pain a wild one
Tip of the spur

I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life
Like one who spurs the horse
Looking into the distance
And goes to link tales
Of those that his voice stretches
Like one who tunes the cuatro
Before the barren savannah
And hears on the string stretching
The complaint of the peg
I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life

So sweet your mouth like sugar cane
So sweet your mouth like sugar cane
So marshy your pupils
You carry this land
Everything in you, proud plainswoman

I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life
Like one who watches over the enclosure
In the night without fireflies
And after the wandering work
Where fatigue is a siesta
Love starts to whistle
To the wild herd
And to the pain a wild one
Tip of the spur

I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life
Like one who spurs the horse
Looking into the distance
And goes to link tales
Of those that his voice stretches
Like one who tunes the cuatro
Before the barren savannah
And hears on the string stretching
The complaint of the peg
I come plowing alone
This longing for deep life

So sweet your mouth