La tropillita

I have a little herd
With five black donkeys, very black
All black covered up
Black, black like my black

When I return from the hill
With five loads of dry firewood
Happy herding, singing
Because I'm going to rent for the ranch

Come on burritos, come on
Come on burritos, come on

I live in a little valley
Lost in the Pampas
From Tamarugal
Planting corn and alfalfa
To give it to my donkey
And I have a snack

I have plenty of water to water
Along the slope that leads to the rocky ground
And in my nights of solitude
It seems like he would like to sing with me