Music: Félix Laurenz / Pedro Casella. Lyrics: Luis Caruso.
Anselmo Acuña, the herdsman,
when he feels like a singer
in his humility as a sparrow,
he has the soul of a goldfinch.
Neither sluggish nor lazy
meek and strong as an ox
Anselmo Acuña, the herdsman,
he is a reliable man.
Herds, herds, herds,
don't cry for her my heart ...
Sibling of the stars
were her eyes,
two black silk braids,
crowned his head,
and her mouth was a breva fig
with a cherry wound.
Why increase sadness ...
don't cry her, my heart.