El Pastor
Va el pastor con su rebaño
Al despuntar la mañana
Bajando por el sendero
De la sierra la pradera
Va musitando sus quejas
Con su flautín de carrizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo
El flutín
Del pastor
Ay ay ay canta si
El pastor ya va de vuelta
Pues el Sol se está ocultando
Va subiendo por la cuesta
Para guardar su rebaño
Con su flautín va llamando
Una a una a sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus voces y sus tristezas
El flautín
Del pastor
Ay ay ay canta si
The Shepherd
The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Descending down the path
From the mountain to the meadow
He murmurs his complaints
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell
The flute
Of the shepherd
Ay ay ay sings
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
The flute
Of the shepherd
Ay ay ay sings
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