El Pastor
Va el pastor con su rebaño
Al despuntar la mañana
Bajando por el sendero
De la sierra a la pradera
Va musicando sus quejas
Con su flautín de carrizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo
El flautín
Del pastor
Ay, ay, ay
Canta así
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 sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus goces y sus tristezas
El flautín
Del pastor
Ay, ay, ay
Canta así
The Shepherd
The shepherd goes with his flock
At the dawn of morning
Going down the path
From the mountains to the prairie
He is putting his complaints to music
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if it were a spell
The piccolo
From the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sing like this
The shepherd is already on his way back
Well the Sun is setting
He is going up the hill
To guard his flock
With his piccolo he calls
One by one his sheep
And he communicates to them
Their joys and their sorrows
The piccolo
From the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sing like this
Escrita por: Cuates Castilla