¿A Donde Vas Juan Dieguito?

One day the little Indian Juan Diego
Heard a celestial song
And a lady appeared
Who wanted to greet him

Where are you going, Juan Dieguito?
You won my heart
To Tlatelolco to mass
To thank God

I am the Virgin Juan Diego
And I want to ask you something
Tell the bishop that I want
My house in Tepeyac

It will be a hug from heaven
For those who love God
If you ask for it, my Queen
I'm already running, I'm going!

Come on, run Juan Diego!
This can't wait!
The love of God is in a hurry
And He wanted to send you

You will tell the men
That she is the mother of God
It depends on you Juan Diego
The Virgin trusted you

Juan Diego returned to the hill
They didn't believe him, he wanted to prove
About the dark-skinned lady
And he meets her again

They didn't believe me, you know
You have all my love
You will have to forgive me
And find someone better

Don't be afraid Juan Diego
You go on my behalf
I will give you a reward
Come on, insist again!

Come on, run Juan Diego!
This can't wait!
The love of God is in a hurry
And He wanted to send you

You will tell the men
That she is the mother of God
It depends on you Juan Diego
The Virgin trusted you

Poor Juan Diego the next day
His date with Maria got complicated
Where are you running, Juan Diego?
Why are you hiding from me?

From shame and pain
He didn't know what to say
Oh! Hail Mary, full of grace!
How did you wake up? Are you healthy?

Look, I have a problem
My uncle could die
Have a little patience with me
I'll come back tomorrow

What worries you, Juan Diego?
I can fix everything
I am the Queen of Heaven
And I am also your mother

Come on, run Juan Diego!
This can't wait!
The love of God is in a hurry
And He wanted to send you

You will tell the men
That she is the mother of God
It depends on you Juan Diego
The Virgin trusted you

Bring me some flowers from the hill
You will carry them in your ayate
Stand in front of the bishop
It's extremely important

Mr. Bishop, here it is
The proof you wanted!
They are flowers from Tepeyac
Where there were only thorns

And they believed you now!
It wasn't nonsense
Juan Diego dropped the ayate
And his Lady appeared!

Oh, we love you Juan Diego!
Thanks to you, she is there
Waiting in her little house
On the hill of Tepeyac

She is the Queen of Heaven
Mother of the one God
She came to give us a hug
And we call her mama
You can call me mama