El Arriero Va
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Muleteer Goes
In the sands the whirlwinds dance
The sun plays in the brightness of the stony ground
And clinging to the magic of the roads
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes
His poncho in the wind is a flag of mist
He is greeted by the flutes of the grassland
And encouraging the troop through those hills
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes
The sorrows and the little cows
Go down the same path
The sorrows and the little cows
Go down the same path
The sorrows are ours
The little cows belong to others
The sorrows are ours
The little cows belong to others
A slaughter of suns shows the evening
The lights of the stony ground have fallen asleep
And encouraging the troop, keep going
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes
May the night bring a memory
That makes the loneliness less heavy
Like a shadow in the shadow through those hills
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes
The sorrows and the little cows
Go down the same path
The sorrows and the little cows
Go down the same path
The sorrows are ours
The little cows belong to others
The sorrows are ours
The little cows belong to others
And clinging to the magic of the roads
The muleteer goes, the muleteer goes
