El Arriero
Divididos
The Mule Driver
In the sands, whirlwinds dance
The sun plays in the brightness of the rocky ground
And clinging to the magic of the roads
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes
His poncho flutters like a flag in the mist
He is greeted by the flutes of the grasslands
And urging the herd through those hills
The mule driver goes, the mule driver 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 rocky ground have fallen asleep
And encouraging the herd, keep going
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes
May the night bring a memory
That lightens my loneliness
Like a shadow within the shadow through those hills
The mule driver goes, the mule driver goes
The sorrows and the little cows
