La Del Sindo El Cabreru

A poor goatherd was shouting
howling in pain
belly up in the middle of a yoke
rubbing his fingers
giving headbutts against a rock

The goat he loved the most
the most mischievous of all

She grazed on a rock
went from spur to summit
and from top to bottom
fell into a crevice

And Sindo, Sindo, Sindo,....
He was dying, of sorrow

Beeeeeeeeeeee, he shouted and shouted and shouted, be
howling in pain
Beeeeeeeeeeee, he shouted, shouted and shouted
howling in pain
Beeeeeeeeeeee
hear the cries, from God knows where.

He went where the goat was
armed with great courage
after much struggle
he found the trap, he was going to mock
without a healthy horn

He got out of that mess
full and tired of shouting
he hooked onto a vine

He wanted to cry, he wanted to forget
and bury his sorrow

And Sindo, Sindo, Sindo,....
He was dying, of sorrow

Beeeeeeeeeeee, he shouted and shouted and shouted, be
howling in pain
Beeeeeeeeeeee, he shouted, shouted and shouted
howling in pain
Beeeeeeeeeeee
hear the cries, from God knows where.