De Regreso Al Llano

Here you have me again
Beloved plains
Singing to your greatness
To those beautiful landscapes
Of your vast plains
The most beautiful and precious
That nature gave

The song of the curlews
Simply
Makes me forget sadness
Traveling your paths
I fill myself with strength
Seeing you, plain of my soul
Wrapped in such richness

Whoever comes to visit you
Gets excited and enchanted
They are infected with joy
Admiring your beauty
The infinite horizon
Full of subtlety
Is magic and polychromy
Of wonder and purity

Your hydrography, fauna, and flora
Look so beautiful and extensive
The Moon and the Sun watch over you
In each day that begins
And my llanero heart
Evolves with strength
There is nothing to compare you to
I tell you frankly

Here I am, beloved plain
My beautiful plain
Giving you my song
Thanking God
To the Virgin and the saints
For allowing me to return
To the land I love so much

How much I longed to feel
The fresh breeze
Scented with mastranto
To hear the whistle of a bull
Or the neigh of a colt
And enjoy at my leisure
The tranquility of the countryside

Seeing my farm again
Is something very pleasing to me
Looking at the stable
Ropes and gear intact
The manger, the pen
And the pasture of mamanto
Make me feel in my chest
Emotions and charms

Nothing better in life
And that motivates me so much
To see the children playing
Running around the yard
The stop filled
With herons and tautacos
For being a llanera of caste
I thank you, holy father