El Arriero - Los Chalchaleros traduction en anglais

El Arriero

En las arenas bailan los remolinos
El sol juega en el brillo del pedregal
Y prendido a la magia de los caminos
El arriero va, el arriero va

Es bandera de niebla, su poncho al viento
Lo saludan las flautas del pajonal
Y guapeando en la senda por esos cerros
El arriero va, el arriero va

Las penas y las vaquitas
Se van por la misma senda
Las penas y las vaquitas
Se van por la misma senda

Las penas son de nosotros
Las vaquitas son ajenas
Las penas son de nosotros
Las vaquitas son ajenas

Un degüello de soles muestra la tarde
Se han dormido las luces del pedregal
Y animando la tropa dale que dale
El arriero va, el arriero va

Amalaya la noche traiga recuerdos
Que hagan menos pesada la soledad
Como sombra en la sombra por esos cerros
El arriero va, el arriero va

Las penas y las vaquitas
Se van por la misma senda
Las penas y las vaquitas
Se van por la misma senda

Las penas son de nosotros
Las vaquitas son ajenas
Las penas son de nosotros
Las vaquitas son ajenas

Laira-laira-laira
Y prendido a la magia de los caminos
El arriero va, va (el arriero va)

The Muleteer

In the sands the whirlwinds dance, my love,
The sun plays on the shining scree, so bright,
And bound to the magic of the open roads, so free,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes, day and night.

His poncho, a banner of mist, in the wind it flows,
The flutes of the grasslands greet him, soft and low,
And gallantly on the path through these hills, he shows,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes, where the wild wind blows.

Sorrows and the little cows, you see,
Go down the very same path, ah me,
Sorrows and the little cows, agree,
Go down the very same path, with glee.

The sorrows are ours, my dear, to hold,
The little cows belong to someone, bought and sold,
The sorrows are ours, a story to be told,
The little cows belong to someone, brave and bold.

A slaughter of suns the evening displays, so grand,
The lights of the scree have fallen asleep, close at hand,
And urging the herd onward, across the land,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes, with steady hand.

May the night bring memories, sweet and clear,
To make the loneliness less severe, my dear,
Like a shadow in the shadows, through the hills, so drear,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes, without a fear.

Sorrows and the little cows, you see,
Go down the very same path, ah me,
Sorrows and the little cows, agree,
Go down the very same path, with glee.

The sorrows are ours, my dear, to hold,
The little cows belong to someone, bought and sold,
The sorrows are ours, a story to be told,
The little cows belong to someone, brave and bold.

Laira-laira-laira, a song so old,
And bound to the magic of the open roads, so bold,
The muleteer goes, he goes (the muleteer goes), as foretold.