I
I was born on this riverbank
Of the rippling Arauca**
I'm a brother of the foam
Of the herons, of the roses
I'm a brother of the foam
Of the herons, of the roses
And of the sun, and of the sun
INSTRUMENTAL
I
Was lulled by the lively reveille
Of the breeze in the palm grove
And therefore I have the spirit
Like the exquisite soul
And therefore I have the spirit
Like the exquisite soul
of the crystal, of the crystal
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream
With carnations of passion
With carnations of passion
For adorning the blond mane
Of my lover's colt
I was born on this riverbank
Of the rippling Arauca
I'm a brother of the foam
Of the herons, of the roses
And of the sun
INSTRUMENTAL
I
Was lulled to sleep by the lively reveille
Of the breeze in the palm grove
And therefore I have the spirit
Like the exquisite soul
And therefore I have the spirit
Like the exquisite soul
of the crystal, of the crystal
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream
With carnations of passion
With carnations of passion
For adorning the blond mane
Of my lover's colt
I was born on this riverbank
Of the rippling Arauca
I'm a brother of the foam
Of the herons, of the roses
And of the sun