Los Santos Y Yo

It's strange what happens, between Los Santos and me,
each one writes a letter, each one asks for a favor.

Saint José Gregorio Hernández,
sent me an urgent message
asking me to send medicine for a patient.

That saint who is a doctor,
from heaven has entrusted me
to send him adhesive tape, mercurochrome, and cotton.

That Saint Peter, stumbling, fell and got hurt (Repeat).

Saint Isidore the Farmer,
sent me eight days ago
a letter that said: buddy, do me a favor.

You who are there on earth,
who can send me
a new shovel and a grindstone.

Look, the old hoe,
no longer serves me for anything
I tried to pull out a nail and it broke in half.

And I want to cultivate,
and I want a new hoe (Repeat).

Then Saint Jude sent me,
an urgent message
requesting my help, and he said the following:

Dear buddy, I need your help
send me a widow from there
because I am very lonely here.

Say hi to Juancho Polo, remembering Saint Jude (Repeat).