ARRIERO

(Song)

You don't have a ranch in the plains
You don't have a hut in the hills
You always camp in the tracks
Only your dogs follow you

Your whole home, a campfire
That you set up when rounding up cattle
And always after the herding
You go whistling a song

Muleteer, as you trudge
To the bell of pain
Muleteer, as you sing
Singing sorrows of love

Whistling your tireless effort
Singing your sad fate
You will never know, poor muleteer
That skirting the snowdrift
You are heading straight to death

Little muleteer, wandering muleteer
In all places, a stranger
Without knowing where to settle

When a cross on the hill
Says that you are already gone
You will be mourned by your dog
But not mourned by a woman