El Arriero

In the sands, whirlwinds dance
The sun plays in the shining rocks
And enchanted by the magic of the roads
The cowboy goes; the cowboy goes

His poncho flutters like a flag in the misty wind
He is greeted by the flutes of the grasslands
And bravely riding through those hills
The cowboy goes; the cowboy 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 belong to us
The little cows belong to others

A slaughter of suns shows the evening
The lights of the rocks have fallen asleep
And cheering on the troop; go on and on!
The cowboy goes; the cowboy goes

May the night bring memories
To make the loneliness less heavy
And bravely riding through those hills
The cowboy goes; the cowboy goes

May the night bring a memory
To make the loneliness less heavy
Like a shadow in the shadow through those hills
The cowboy goes; the cowboy 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 belong to us
The little cows belong to others

And cheering on the troop; go on and on!
The cowboy goes; the cowboy goes