Cabraliega
Cabraliega, cabraliega
Qu'amayades pa La Peña
Que desde la to mayada
Ves la mar y ves la tierra
Dime qué ves all alantre
Dime qué ves, cabraliega
Qué semblantes acolumbres
Qué cielu se te presenta
Desde esa arispia talaya
Desde esa talaya vieya
Cabraliega, cabraliega
Qu'amayades pa La Peña
Flor del aire, flor del vientu
Flor de la campa cimera
Dime lo que ves, pastora
Dime qué ves, cabraliega
Desde estes peñes tan altes
Onde vuela la milluerda
Per onde campa l'argaa
Y s'escuende la robeca
Veo cielos de ferruu
Dures esferes de piedra
Y el corazón de los míos
Con una fonda resquiebra
Per onde se va sumiendo
L'antigua voz d'esta tierra
Cabraliega, cabraliega
Qu'amayades pa La peña
Flor del aire, flor del vientu
Flor de la campa cimera
Xunta'l to cantar col míu
Pa qu'esa voz nunca muerra
Y que cuando pase'l tiempu
Y el nuestru corazón tea
Engurbiu y mayucu
Como una coricia vieya
Podamos volver a venos
Y oyer xuntos, cabraliega
La voz de pastores nuevos
Resonando pela Peña
Y la voz de los antiguos
Nel so cantar, cabraliega
Cabraliega, cabraliega
Qu'amayades pa La Peña
Flor del aire, flor del vientu
Flor de la campa cimera
Corazón de tierra antigua
Corazón de la mío tierra
Shepherdess
Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
From your grazing land
You see the sea and you see the land
Tell me what you see up ahead
Tell me what you see, shepherdess
What faces you encounter
What sky is presented to you
From that steep lookout
From that old lookout
Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Tell me what you see, shepherdess
Tell me what you see, shepherdess
From these high cliffs
Where the seagulls fly
Where the eagle roams
And the fox hides
I see skies of iron
Hard spheres of stone
And the heart of my people
With a deep crack
Where the ancient voice of this land
Is fading away
Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Join your song with mine
So that this voice never dies
And when time passes
And our hearts are
Twisted and worn
Like an old caress
We can see each other again
And hear together, shepherdess
The voice of new shepherds
Resonating through La Peña
And the voice of the ancients
In their song, shepherdess
Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Heart of ancient land
Heart of my land