El arriero va - Los Chalchaleros traduction en anglais

El arriero va

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 mi 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

Lai-rai-rai-ra
Y prendido a la magia de los caminos
El arriero va, va, el arriero va, va

The Muleteer Goes

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 road,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes tonight.

His poncho in the wind, a flag of mist,
The flutes of the grasslands greet his sight,
And bravely on the path through these hills he persists,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes tonight.

The sorrows and the little cows, my dear,
They go along the very same old track,
The sorrows and the little cows so clear,
They go along the very same old track and back.

The sorrows, love, are ours to bear alone,
The little cows belong to someone else,
The sorrows, love, are ours to bear alone,
The little cows belong to someone else, you see, my love.

A slaughter of suns the evening displays,
The lights on the shining scree have dimmed their glow,
And urging on the herd, he goes his ways,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes below.

Oh, may the night bring memories so sweet,
To make my loneliness less hard to bear,
Like a shadow in the shadow, his course he'll keep,
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes with care.

The sorrows and the little cows, my sweet,
They go along the very same old track,
The sorrows and the little cows I greet,
They go along the very same old track and back.

The sorrows, love, are ours to bear alone,
The little cows belong to someone else,
The sorrows, love, are ours to bear alone,
The little cows belong to someone else, you see, my love.

Lai-rai-rai-ra
And bound to the magic of the open road,
The muleteer goes, goes, the muleteer goes, goes below.