Paroles et traduction Filippa Giordano - 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
A la real,
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
A la real,
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 murmurs his complaints
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if by a spell.

The flute
Of the shepherd
To the royal,
Sings like this.

The shepherd is already on his way back
For 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 tells them
His joys and his sorrows.

The flute
Of the shepherd
To the royal,
Sings like this.