El pastor [English translation]

The shepherd goes with his flock

At the break of dawn

Going down through the path

From the mountains to the meadow.

He goes mumbling his complaints

With his little flute of reed-grass,

Followed by his sheep

As if it were a spell.

The little flute...

Of the shepherd...

Ay, ay, ay....

Sings this way...

The shepherd is going back,

Since the sun is hiding

He is going up through the slope

To keep watch over his flock.

With his flute he goes calling

One by one his sheep

And he is communicating to them

His joys and his sorrows.

The little flute...

Of the shepherd...

Ay, ay, ay...

Sings this way...