Pastora

She comes meandering down the ravine
the shepherdess, her flock
and her tarara, ra, ra, ra, ra, rá...
Blonde in the color of wheat fields
and murmur of springs
her ta, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rá...
She sings as those who
those who dream of life,
laugh as those who laugh
those who have joys.
No one knows him any complaint,
he only goes with his sheep
and his tarara, ra, ra, ra, rá....

Who was it that stole your voice,
that can't be heard anymore,
alone you see grazing
that cloud of wild sheep.

They say that you will never be seen
she will never be seen again.
She has fallen into the rocky area
from where she will not return
because a star took her
where she leaves without ever returning.
She left without ever returning
and has left as a prayer
her ta, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rá...

The returning muleteers say
that as they pass through the ravine
they hear a ta, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rá...
They say that it is the voice of a shepherdess,
that her song becomes a cry
with the ta, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rá...

Caminito goes from the ravine
the sheepfold...
With no one to guide
his path and his destiny
when night falls on the mountain
you can hear the soft tune
of one who will never return.