Pastor de Nubes

That one who sings is Barbosa
Little shepherd from Tastil
He is barely visible
When it drizzles on the hill

Every cactus on the slope
Resembles him inside
A bit because of the thorns
But more because of the silence

The little yellow flower
From your hat
Shepherdess, give it to me at Easter
It's the time to be loving

Watching the clouds go by
I stay on top of the hill
And suddenly it seems to me
That I am the one who is leaving

Shepherds like Barbosa
There may be some
But none like him
Who walks around dying of love