Llanero Nato
Milena Benites
Born to the Plains
Cattle and calves are grazing
And I'm all alone in the pen
Handler, gourd, and reins
Handler, gourd, and reins
To milk the Royal Duck
Royal Duck, oh Royal Duck
I'm going to greet my land
The plains that I love so much
Those wild terrains
Landscapes of a thousand charms
With this booming harp
With maracas and the cuatro
To the beat of a little bird
I let them hear my song
I'll reach every corner
Abandoned spots of my land
Where the plainsman lives
Sheltered by his ranch
Taking care of his animals
And teaching his kids
To follow his example
To be tough plainsmen
To know the rules
And work on the ranches
To keep your word
And be kind in your dealings
The plainsman stands out
Because his feet are quite wide
He never lacks a hat
Even if it's a cheap one
In town, he's recognized
Even if he wears shoes
His outfit is always traditional
He walks without rushing
In other words, he's known
As a Born Plainsman
Harp Mario
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Plains, vast savanna
Land that I love so much
Covered in tall grass
Of reeds and wild plants
Where herons in flight
Dress the evening in white
And the roar of a wild bull
Relieves my troubles
It lifts my heart
The whinny of the colt
And the bellowing of the herd
The song of the cautacos
Plains, land of peace
A little corner of my charm
Where the proud plainsman
A complete and crafty man
Is ready to die
If he must defend his land
And I shout at the top of my lungs
To my folklore, better treatment
The culture of my plains
Let's raise it high
Here anyone
Plays the bandola or cuatro
They also play a harp
Rattling the capachos
You can hear the back-and-forth
The old folks with the kids
Dance the Creole Joropo
Wrapped up and barefoot
From a young age, you learn
To be a Born Plainsman
