El Puestero Lobizón

The wind sounds like a lament
In the lands of El Zanjón
It is said that a countryman
Herdsman of La Armonía
Is the seventh son

With sunken eyes, long lashes
He usually speaks alone
And no payé can enter him
From the old women of the place

When the dogs howl is heard
Right after closing the prayer
There is fear among the countrymen
From the lands of El Zanjón
For it is believed that the herdsman
Turns into a werewolf