Mi Burrito Cordobés [English translation]

By a path of stone, the Cordoba donkey

The sleep seems to give him a peace that smells like honey.

The brook sings, sings whispering;

the evening slept with the sun.

By a path of stone, the Cordoba donkey

Calmly trotting, calmly in the walk;

anyway he has no hurry, no hurry for reaching.

Uy, uy, uy, don't hurry him! Uy, uy, uy, don't whistle at him!

Anyway he has no hurry, my Cordoba donkey.

Behind the hill, the bright star appeared

and the wind caresses the silence of the flower.

The donkey is a shadow, shadow and red cloud;

a whistling boy makes him company

• Artist:Los Fronterizos