Palmaritales de Arauca

I know the Apurean plains, I am a brother of the bonguero
And I feel like a good coplero since I was little
The smiling horizon encompasses my feelings
And the copla is a boat that crosses rivers and palm groves
To offer you songs from the palm groves of Arauca

Palm groves of Arauca cradle of a llanero sky

Where the herons comb their feathers, little white herons that come from the trails
Where the moon hides, listen, it hides talking to the stars
And the wind with its smile paints in its murmur
The stately seagulls, listen, stately ones kissing the sun
And that's why in Arauca, in Arauca, it stayed in my heart

And the wind with its smile paints in its murmur
The stately seagulls, listen, stately ones kissing the sun
And that's why in Arauca, in Arauca, it stayed in my heart