La tropillita
Yo tengo una tropillita
Con cinco burritos negros, muy negros
Todos negros tapaditos
Negrito, negrito como mi negra
Cuando regreso del cerro
Con cinco carguitas de leña seca
Arreo alegre, cantando
Porque voy arriendo pa' la querencia
Arre burritos, arre
Arre burritos, arre
Yo vivo en un vallecito
Perdido en la Pampa
Del Tamarugal
Sembrando choclo y alfalfa
Pa' darle a mi burro
Y yo merendar
Tengo harta agüita pa' regar
Junto la vertiente que da al pedregal
Y en mis noches de soledad
Parece conmigo quisiera cantar
The Little Herd
I have a little herd
With five black donkeys, very black
All black covered up
Black, black like my black
When I return from the hill
With five loads of dry firewood
Happy herding, singing
Because I'm going to rent for the ranch
Come on burritos, come on
Come on burritos, come on
I live in a little valley
Lost in the Pampas
From Tamarugal
Planting corn and alfalfa
To give it to my donkey
And I have a snack
I have plenty of water to water
Along the slope that leads to the rocky ground
And in my nights of solitude
It seems like he would like to sing with me