Lyrics and translation Álvaro Torres - 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 penas
Con su flautin de cañizo
Seguido por sus ovejas
Como si fuera un hechizo.

El flautin del pastor

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay canta así.

El pastor ya va de vuelta
Pues el sol se está ocualtando
Va subiendo por la cuesta
Para guardar su rebaño.
Con su flautin va llamando
Una a una a sus ovejas
Y les va comunicando
Sus voces y sus tristezas.
Repite .

The Shepherd

The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Going down the path
From the mountains to the meadow.
He goes murmuring his sorrows
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if it were a spell.

The shepherd's flute

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh sings like this.

The shepherd is already on his way back
For the sun is setting
He goes up the slope
To keep his flock.
With his flute he goes calling
One by one his sheep
And he goes communicating to them
Their voices and their sorrows.
Repeat .