El Ovejero
Pedro Messone
The Shepherd
Punta Arenas is getting left behind
And the darkness covers more and more
The white road that the shepherd
Carries in his life
A life that the wind lashes
Without compassion
Behind a flock that sometimes
Dies of cold
Behind the hopes
That are never fulfilled
From afar you can hear the shout
Of the shepherd
The wind is taking him away
Like a memory
And driving that eternal flock
He goes on his horse
Taking care of the smallest ones
His dog goes
With boots, hat, and poncho
Goes the shepherd
Silhouette that stands out
In the gray of time
And as he goes further away
A bark is heard
Punta Arenas
Is getting left behind
With boots, hat, and poncho
Goes the shepherd
Silhouette that stands out
In the gray of time
And as he goes further away
A bark is heard
Punta Arenas
Is far behind now
