Por Los Niños Del Mundo

My dear plain, beloved plain
Landscape of Moon and Sun
Inspiration of my song
Motives of a dreamer
Between solitude and mystery

I rode without illusion
Writing this joropo
Putting my heart into it
Since the llanera childhood
Has bequeathed me their plea

So that singing loudly
Serves as their voice
They long for the peace
That the liberator gave us
Peace that doesn't exist in the plains
With so much revolution

Men seek power
Listen up, gentlemen
And don't even respect GOD
Much less the children
Who live without protection
On top of that, some scoundrels
Don't fulfill their duty

Raising a child requires
Naturally
Like feeding them
Nor dressing them
Nor giving them love
Much less the most important
Which is a good education

On it depends a life
Full of satisfaction
For the peace we yearn for
That would be the solution
If the new generation
Were well guided

Generation
We wouldn't see in homes
A damn freeloader
Nor girls on the streets
On the path to prostitution

Nor on the news
Talking about the sinner
Llaneros, keep in mind
That in the city or town

The peasant boys
Require good control
Because know that the human being
Is an adaptable being

And there in a nightclub
They will find perdition
Getting involved with friends
Who bring drugs and liquor

The same if we let them
Watch a lot of TV
Especially those programs
With a large audience
They will soon forget that the plains
Reject corruption

Continuing with my message
Without changing the subject
I want to ask the children
Of this dreamy plain
That no matter how much the town grows
And innovation increases
Never forget their principles
And love our folklore more

Don't exchange the joropo
For reggaeton or transk
Because that mix of rhythms
Has no identification
And those who interpret it
Have confused their hearts
And dance moving their bodies
Causing a different sensation
And think that everyone
Likes their aberration
Because they only talk in their songs
About making love

While the llanero sings
Beautiful messages
Thanking GOD
For giving them that paradise
Full of magic and color
Where the Moon seems
When the glow fades

And a colt in the morning
There on the farm
Invites its tamer
A boy who likes
To show his worth
To a beautiful fair-haired girl
Who watches him from the gate

Having swept the yard
Very early
After lighting the fire
But even for love
There's discretion in the plains
And to the young man who crosses the line
A supervisor will discipline him
A supervisor
That's why in the plains
There's no talk of violation
And the joropo dance
Is a healthy fun
Where you can see the culture
That our region has
Too bad that one day peace
Left with the subversion

I want to invite these groups
To reflect
Don't hide behind the children
To achieve your ambition
And to the family nucleus
Tighten your belt
Let's not allow them to take away
Our fruits of love
If we have to fight for the children
We must do it with honor
And now to bid farewell
I'll raise this prayer
Powerful Jesus Christ
Son of the creator father
In this time so bad
Of violence and destruction
Make sure the children of the world
Are not covered in pain
May there be peace in homes
And unity remain
Bless us, holy father
For in you lies the solution