Lyrics and translation Aida Cuevas - El Pastor

El Pastor

Va el pastor con su rebaño
Al despuntar la mañana
Bajando por el sendero
De la sierra a la pradera
Va musitando sus quejas
Con su flautín de carrizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo
El flautín del pastor
Al arriar 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 a sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus voces y sus tristezas
El flautín del pastor
Al arriar canta así

The Shepherd

The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Going down the path
From the mountains to the meadow
He mumbles his complaints
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if it were a spell
The shepherd's flute
When he rounds up the sheep, he sings like this
The shepherd is already on his way back
Because the sun is setting
He goes up the hill
To keep his flock
With his flute he calls
One by one his sheep
And he communicates to them
Their voices and their sorrows
The shepherd's flute
When he rounds up the sheep, he sings like this