Canción de Los Pastores

Dicen que los pastores huelen a lana

They say that shepherds smell like wool

Pastorcillo es el mio huele a retama

My little shepherd smells like broom

Quitate niño de los balcones

Get down, child, from the balconies

Porque si no te quitas ramo de flores

Because if you don't move, a bouquet of flowers

Llamare a la justica que te aprisone

I will call for justice to imprison you

Con las cadenas de mis amores

With the chains of my love

Dicen que los pastores huelen a sebo

They say that shepherds smell like tallow

Pastorcillo es el mio huele a romero

My little shepherd smells like rosemary

Quitate niño de los balcones

Get down, child, from the balconies

Porque

Because

Ciento cinquenta reales da una viuda

A widow gives a hundred and fifty reales

Por la sotana mare mamita mia de un pare cura

For the cassock, oh my goodness, of a certain priest

Y el cura le responde con mucho acierto

And the priest responds very wisely

Yo no doy mi sotana mamita porque voy preso

I won't give my cassock, oh mommy, because I'll go to jail

Dicen que los pastores huelen a lana

They say that shepherds smell like wool