Paroles et traduction Luis Silva - Pueblo Llanero

Pueblo Llanero

Alla en Elorza lindo pueblito llanero
Olor a bosta sabana luna y luceros
Y tambien tiene una flor que dios le dio
Que se llama Marisol
Para que adornara el pueblo
Alla en Elorza lindo pueblito llanero
Olor a vosta sabana luna y luceros
Y tambien tiene una flor que dios le dio
Que se llama Marisol
Para que adornara el pueblo
Pero le falta al arauca vibrador
Su canoero mayor
Donde esta Lauro Carrillo
Donde andara que el canalete dejo
Y muriendo de dolor
A las orillas del rio
Pero le falta al arauca vibrador
Su canoero mayor
Donde esta Lauro Carrillo
Donde andara que el canalete dejo
Y muriendo de dolor
A las riveras del rio
Vi una sabana cobija pa un buen llanero
Y mil colores adornando los esteros
Y alla en Elorza un Antonio Calderon
Que se arranca el corazon
Por defender a su pueblo
Vi una sabana cobija pa un buen llanero
Y mil colores adornando los esteros
Y alla en Elorza un Antonio Calderon
Que se arranca el corazon
Por defender a su pueblo
Pero le falta al arauca vibrador
Su canoero mayor
Donde esta Lauro Carrillo
Donde andara que el canalete dejo
Y muriendo de dolor
A las orillas del rio
Pero le falta al arauca vibrador
Su canoero mayor
Donde esta Lauro Carrillo
Donde andara que el canalete dejo
Y muriendo de dolor
A las riveras del rio

Pueblo Llanero

There in Elorza, beautiful llanera town
Smell of cow dung, savanna, moon and stars
And it also has a flower that God gave it
Which is called Marisol
To adorn the town
There in Elorza, beautiful llanera town
Smell of cow dung, savanna, moon and stars
And it also has a flower that God gave it
Which is called Marisol
To adorn the town
But it lacks the thrilling Arauca
Its greatest canoeist
Where is Lauro Carrillo
Where could he be that he has left the paddle
And dying of sadness
On the banks of the river
But it lacks the thrilling Arauca
Its greatest canoeist
Where is Lauro Carrillo
Where could he be that he has left the paddle
And dying of sadness
On the banks of the river
I saw a savanna, a blanket for a good plainsman
And a thousand colors adorning the marshes
And there in Elorza, an Antonio Calderon
Who tears his heart out
To defend his people
I saw a savanna, a blanket for a good plainsman
And a thousand colors adorning the marshes
And there in Elorza, an Antonio Calderon
Who tears his heart out
To defend his people
But it lacks the thrilling Arauca
Its greatest canoeist
Where is Lauro Carrillo
Where could he be that he has left the paddle
And dying of sadness
On the banks of the river
But it lacks the thrilling Arauca
Its greatest canoeist
Where is Lauro Carrillo
Where could he be that he has left the paddle
And dying of sadness
On the banks of the river