El Pastor

The shepherd goes with his flock
At the dawn of morning
Going down the path
From the mountains to the prairie

He is putting his complaints to music
With his reed flute
Followed by his sheep
As if it were a spell

The piccolo
From the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sing like this

The shepherd is already on his way back
Well the Sun is setting
He is going up the hill
To guard his flock

With his piccolo he calls
One by one his sheep
And he communicates to them
Their joys and their sorrows

The piccolo
From the shepherd
Oh, oh, oh
Sing like this