Alma Llanera
Luis Alberto del Parana
Soul of the Plains
I, I was born by the river
Of the vibrant Arauca
I’m a brother to the foam
To the herons, to the roses
I’m a brother to the foam
To the herons, to the roses
And to the sun, and to the sun
I, I was lulled by the lively dawn
Of the breeze from the palm trees
And that’s why my soul’s
Like a beautiful soul
And that’s why my soul’s
Like a beautiful soul
Of crystal, of crystal
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream
With passion’s carnations
With passion’s carnations
I love, I cry, I laugh, I dream
And I sing to Venezuela
With the soul of a troubadour
I was born on this riverbank
Of the vibrant Arauca
I’m a brother to the foam
To the herons, to the roses
And to the sun, and to the sun
I, I was lulled by the lively dawn
Of the breeze from the palm trees
And that’s why my soul’s
Like a beautiful soul
And that’s why my soul’s
Like a beautiful soul
Of crystal, of crystal
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream
With passion’s carnations
With passion’s carnations
I love, I cry, I laugh, I dream
And I sing to Venezuela
With the soul of a troubadour
I was born on this riverbank
Of the vibrant Arauca
I’m a brother to the foam
To the herons, to the roses
And to the sun, and to the sun
