Canción Para Un Pastor
Cantando viene contento por el camino
trae en la mano una rosa
y en su pecho campesino
un corazón de metal
para librarse del frío.
De ti quisiera pastor, tener el alma de niño.
Cantando viene contento por el camino
atrás quedó su montaña,
su rebaño junto al río
y su pequeño guardián
sentado junto al camino.
De ti quisiera Julián, tener el alma de niño.
Y una mujer morena te esperará
para secarte sudores
y junto al fuego te besará
calmando tus sin sabores.
Y cuando llegue mañana te marcharás
dejando lejos tu aldea
y a tu rebaño regresarás
dejando sólo en la aldea el corazón.
Cantando marcha contento por el camino,
atrás quedará su casa,
su bello amor y sus hijos.
Pensando en ellos se irá
cantando por el camino.
Tú siempre serás pastor el mejor amigo mío.
Song For A Pastor
Singing happily along the road
He carries a rose in his hand
And in his peasant chest
A metal heart
To protect himself from the cold
I wish, pastor, to have the soul of a child from you
Singing happily along the road
His mountain left behind
His flock by the river
And his little guardian
Sitting by the road
I wish, Julian, to have the soul of a child from you
And a dark-skinned woman will wait for you
To dry your sweats
And by the fire, she will kiss you
Calming your sorrows
And when tomorrow comes, you will leave
Leaving your village far behind
And you will return to your flock
Leaving only your heart in the village
Singing happily he walks along the road
His house left behind
His beautiful love and his children
Thinking of them, he will go
Singing along the road
You will always be, pastor, my best friend