El Pastor

The shepherd goes with his flock
At the break of dawn
Descending down the path
From the mountain to the meadow

He murmurs his complaints
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if under a spell

The flute
Of the shepherd
Ay ay ay sings

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

The flute
Of the shepherd
Ay ay ay sings