Pico Peñón

When I get tired of people and their tricks
I head to the peak of Pico Peñón
Among its cliffs is my little cabin
Next to the clouds of white cotton

Uh, uh in the mountains
Uh, uh full of sun

The rocks are covered in blackberries
Wild herbs pop up everywhere
Hour after hour, the crazy goats
Eat everything just to fill up

A trader climbed up, out of breath
Saw my livestock and asked me
-How many kids does your flock have?
How many kids? Answer me, shepherd!

Uh, uh well this year
Uh, uh there’s a ton
The dealer digging with his fingers
Did the math to make a deal
-If you sell them to me, I’ll give you a sack
Full of pure gold.

Uh, uh without my little ones
Uh, uh what will I do then?

In the mountains, I don’t want money
Just the joy that fills my heart
With my kids, I own the sky
Under the peak of Pico Peñón