Plain of my yearnings
Here you have me plain
As I promised you
I have returned to contemplate the beauty
From the soil that gave product
To this Creole creature
I have returned to stay
In your pretty thicket
I came back because I missed
The boom, the fence and the hard rope
And to that blanket of savanna
Owner of my adventures
Missing me the corral and the sheep
The false and the stockade
And that cow grows
What a joy to see again
To the coffee strainer
The posillo and the totuma
And the stove where my old woman cooked with tenderness
I started whistling a passage
And the birds were twittering
Doing his antics
Glad because I had returned
The son of the plain
Plain of many memories
As your land none
It is a pleasure for me
Return to see your incomparable figure
What is the most beautiful creation
From the lord of the heights
You do not know how much I appreciate
Being born in your width
Between sock and savanna
My mother gave birth one dark early morning
Reason why I am
Llanero without erasures
How much emotion when I heard the vacada
And I looked at my campechana, my blanket and my saddle
My companion puppy
The donkey carrying firewood
And the purebred cock
And my old shading
Of knife in the waist
Plain I am your son
And it's the folcklore sabanero
My passion and my madness
I came to stay on your floor
And here they will make my grave
Only among all we can make this a better place :)