Cabraliega

Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
From your grazing land
You see the sea and you see the land
Tell me what you see up ahead
Tell me what you see, shepherdess
What faces you encounter
What sky is presented to you
From that steep lookout
From that old lookout

Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Tell me what you see, shepherdess
Tell me what you see, shepherdess

From these high cliffs
Where the seagulls fly
Where the eagle roams
And the fox hides
I see skies of iron
Hard spheres of stone
And the heart of my people
With a deep crack
Where the ancient voice of this land
Is fading away

Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Join your song with mine
So that this voice never dies
And when time passes
And our hearts are
Twisted and worn
Like an old caress
We can see each other again
And hear together, shepherdess
The voice of new shepherds
Resonating through La Peña
And the voice of the ancients
In their song, shepherdess

Shepherdess, shepherdess
As you climb to La Peña
Flower of the air, flower of the wind
Flower of the summit meadow
Heart of ancient land
Heart of my land