In the sands the eddies dance His poncho is a flag of fog in the wind
The flutes of the pajonal greet him
And, wandering along the paths through those hills,
The muleteer goes
The muleteer goes
The sorrows and the little cows
They go down the same path
The sorrows are ours
The little cows are other people's
A degüello of suns shows the afternoon
They have fallen asleep the lights of the scree
And, encouraging the troops, give it a go,
The muleteer goes
The muleteer goes
Amalaya the night brings memories
May they make it less burdensome my loneliness
Like a shadow in the shadow on those hills,
The muleteer goes
The muleteer goes
The muleteer goes
The muleteer goes

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