Pastora (part. Carlos Dante y Julio Martel)

Winding through the ravine
The shepherdess with her flock
And her la-la-la
Blonde like the golden fields
And the sound of springs
Her la-la-la

She sings like those who dream
In this life
Laughs like those who laugh
With pure joy

No one knows her
Any complaints
She just goes with her sheep
And her la-la-la

Who was it
That stole your voice
That we can’t hear anymore

All alone she grazes
That little cloud
Of mountain sheep

They say she’ll never be seen
Around this place again
She’s fallen to the rocky ground
From where she won’t return

Because a star took her
To where she goes without coming back
She left never to return

And she’s left like a prayer
Her la-la-la