El Arreo
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Herd
Cow, cow, cow
Bull, bull, bull
The light of the full moon
Runs through the entire pasture
The clouds are following it
With little drops of rain
The plains mockingbird sings
Lost in the thicket
And the sly coyote fled
Scared from the pen
Cow, cow, cow
Come on, painted cow
Don't stray from the path
I think you have a commitment
With some cunning bull
Big moon, full moon
You are a silver medal
I wish to see you hanging
Around my sweetheart's neck
Bull, bull, bull, bull
My buddy's bull
Has the hide on its back
Oh, how good my goddaughter looks
Why did I baptize her?
From here you can already see
The little houses of the wheat field
And a tiny window
Where I want to chat
Cow, cow, cow
Bull, bull, bull
