La Pastora
Apenas nace la aurora
Ya viene el alba del día
Apenas nace la aurora
Ya viene el alba del día
Ha bajado una pastora
Al pie de una serranía
Ella trae unos papeles
Con la historia de su vida
Ella trae unos papeles
Con la historia de su vida
Y mientras los va leyendo
Se va quedando dormida
Era de esmalte y de piedra
La casa donde habitaba
Era de esmalte y de piedra
La casa donde habitaba
No la pintarán pinceles
Tan linda como ella estaba
Pobrecita la pastora
Que ha fallecido en los campos
Pobrecita la pastora
Que ha fallecido en los campos
Que Dios le conceda gloria
Por haber sufrido tanto
Que Dios le conceda gloria
Por haber sufrido tanto
The Shepherdess
As soon as dawn breaks
The day's light comes
As soon as dawn breaks
The day's light comes
A shepherdess has come down
At the foot of a mountain
She brings some papers
With the story of her life
She brings some papers
With the story of her life
And as she reads them
She falls asleep
The house where she lived
Was made of enamel and stone
The house where she lived
Was made of enamel and stone
Brushes won't paint
As beautifully as she was
Poor shepherdess
Who has passed away in the fields
Poor shepherdess
Who has passed away in the fields
May God grant her glory
For having suffered so much
May God grant her glory
For having suffered so much
Escrita por: S. Salinas