De Vuelta a Mis Raíces

I return once again with my verse
To sing from the heart...
To sing to you, my heart
To the Venezuelan people
And all its folklore.
Many thought one day that I would forget my region
And other colleagues and friends
Do not understand my intention
My eagerness to bring my style
Along with my tricolor
Beyond the borders and further than where it is today...
Now my songs are heard
In places abroad
And proudly I feel,
I shout it at the top of my lungs:
Today there's a celebration in my plains
Because I am back...
How was it that someone told them
That my voice wouldn't be heard
Accompanied by the harp, the tiples, and the bass
If this has been my root
If this has been my reason
And how are they going to prevent
Me from having the intonation
When I sing a little bird
A quirky tune
A hawk or a parakeet
A guacharaca with flavor
Just like a hummingbird humming
It revives my passion to hear a good gabán
Like the carnival, there's no other
And in this six-count seek the dancer's cue
For this joropo was born from the vibrating Arauca.
Counted, counted,
Long live our folklore!
May my music be exalted along with the tricolor
Today my people are celebrating
Because back to their roots
The Barinese has returned.
They don't know how much joy
And how much satisfaction
I felt in that moment
When in Spain my music was heard
In that great festival, music united us
With 24 countries exchanging opinions
And nostalgia invaded me
And I trembled with emotion
Upon hearing that Venezuela arrived first
Seeing how this llanero took a seat of honor
With the harp, with the cuatro
The maraca resounded
Accompanied by an orchestra like no one dreamed
72 instruments backing my performance
From that very moment
I committed my worth
To sing and to sing
Without borders and with direction.
So my friends
Understand my song today
With arrangements and airs
With quality and with love
I can sing ballads
Gaitas from the gallery
Waltzes from the Andean towns
Tuyero beat and a son
Without losing the squareness
The rhythm and the tuning
In music there are no borders
And it has no religion
I sing what I want
As God allowed it.
And today, back to his roots, the Barinese returned.