Cantaclaro El Moderno

Ay tralay la lay
Trinito with all my lungs
With capacho, cuatro, and harp
I am Cantaclaro the modern
Pride for my race

They call me, I don't call myself
The general of singing
I have enough courage
To defend my homeland

And show more than one
That I have plenty of lineage
Not like some think
That I suffer from arrogance

I don't get along with mediocrity
Nor do I accept flattery
So maybe that's why
A few attack me

With unhealthy insults
Worthy of little elegance
Without knowing that what I am
I owe it to perseverance

To my style of battle
And my great perseverance
I work every day
From sunrise

And that is a great virtue
That I owe to my parents
My songs have reached
Where others cannot reach

If I charge my money
I really charge my money
Because no one brings me
The food to my house

And uuupa
Take it! ... That's right
And if it hurts someone... Well
I'm calm... In the name of God
Harp Antonio

Ay tralay la lay
So much sacrifice
To defend a cause
The most beautiful and noble
Inherited from childhood

Immersed in duty
And selfless in elegance
Risking even my life
And defying distances

I like the summer sun
And the singing of the paraulata
Of the arrendajo and cristofué
On the threshold of the bush

And I am also a llanero
With hat and espadrilles
A good farmer
Forger of a thousand adventures

I like the buzz of the river
I like the blow of the axe
I know the bellow of the bull
How to milk a cow

I always walk straight
Without hiding my appearance
My favorite fragrance
The mastranto and basil

The dishes I like the most
Are the capybara and the lap
The picillo of baba tail
On Good Friday

Where there is a pretty girl
I have to set a trap
With my traveling cuatro
And my romantic songs

There, even if many don't want to
I play a serenade