Escondido de Los Senderos

I wish to roam the trails of the mountains
Feel the January sun burning my skin
Fill my pockets with carob and piquillín
Savoring their sweetness in the shade of a tree

With fibers from the chaguar plants, I'll make a rope
And tame a gentle donkey with a half muzzle

Fragrant doodles will perfume me
And the whistling of the charatas will greet me

A world of a thousand colors seems to burst
My soul like a monkey overflows with happiness

Ah... Times of my childhood seem to return
I see myself frolicking on the trails like a colt

Behind the sheepfold, a playful little dog
The bell-wearing goat sings its song, ding ding

The chatter of the birds warns of the coyote
Lizards and doves, I’m chasing them down

A scent of wild mint fills the air
When dawn arrives from behind the mountain

Then like the night owl in the dark
My song flutters through the vastness