El Pastor
Aida Cuevas
The Shepherd
The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Descending down the path
From the mountains to the meadow
He murmurs his sorrows
With his little cane flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell
The shepherd's flute
Sings like this
The shepherd is already returning
As the sun is setting
He climbs up the slope
To guard his flock
With his flute he calls
One by one his sheep
And he communicates to them
His voices and his sorrows
