Alma Llanera

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