El Pastor
Va el pastor con su rebaño
Al despuntar la mañana
Bajando por el sendero
De la sierra a la pradera
Va musitando sus penas
Con su flautin de cañizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo
El flautin del pastor
Al ariar canta así
El pastor ya va de vuelta
Pues el sol se está ocualtando
Va subiendo por la cuesta
Para guardar su rebaño
Con su flautin va llamando
Una a una a sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus voces y sus tristezas
The Shepherd
The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Descending down the path
From the mountains to the meadow
He murmurs his sorrows
With his little cane flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell
The shepherd's flute
Sings like this
The shepherd is already returning
As the sun is setting
He climbs up the slope
To guard his flock
With his flute he calls
One by one his sheep
And he communicates to them
His voices and his sorrows
Escrita por: Cuates Castilla