Una Pastora from Cantadora by Kristine Barrett

Una pastora yo ami,
Una hija hermoza,
De mi chiques yo l’adori,
Mas qu’ella no ami.
De mi chiques yo l’adori,
Mas qu’ella no ami.

Un dia que estavamos
En la huerta asentados,
Le dishe yo: “Por ti, mi flor,
Me muero de amor.”
Le dishe yo: “Por ti, mi flor,
Me muero de amor.”

En los sos brasos m’apreto
Con amor me bezo,
Me respondio con dulsor:
“Sos chico para amor.”
Me respondio con dulsor:
“Sos chico para amor.”

M’engrandeci y la bushki,
Ortro tomo y la pedri,
Ella si olvido de mi
Ma siempre yo l’ami.
Ella si olvido de mi
Ma siempre yo l’ami.

“I loved a shepherdess, a beautiful girl, from childhood I adored her, I loved no one else. One day while we were sitting in the garden I said to her: ‘for you, my flower, I die of love.’ In her arms she held me which love, she kissed me; she replied with sweetness: ‘you are too young for love.’ I grew up and I searched for her, she had taken another and I had lost her; she had forgotten me, but I always loved her."

• Ancient Rock
• Experimental
• Folk
• Spiritual
• San Francisco