El Boyero
Chango Spasiuk
The Herdsman
I am a herdsman
I have no sorrows
I sing songs of love
I just want
To take care of my herd
Because I know nothing will be better
The dawns
Are my companions
Through those meadows of God
And the sunsets
Catch me on my way back
Singing happily like this
I know how to take care of my oxen
With dedication
Because in plowing I must not fail
In my occupation
No sorrow daunts me
And I go singing
But if some love causes me pain
I am always cheerful
