A la Virgen del Cobre
Celina Y Reutilio
To the Virgin of Copper
Oh my mother
Miraculous little virgin
You are the charity of copper
If you walk upon
Our beautiful nation
Holy virgin
You are a powerful saint
Where the believer's faith
Look mother
Is worthily consecrated to you
As something very necessary
And adores you in the sanctuary
That you raised in the east
Oh, I'm going to the mountains
Because my love doesn't want me here
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
Look mother
My sweet and beautiful song
Will make your name rise
As the patroness of Cuba
Oh, most holy cachita
Good mother
You who are the favorite
Of the one who is singing to you
Oh my god
Ochún, I keep thinking
About your blessed plans
If you saved the three Juans
Who were crying out for you
Oh, I'm going to the mountains
Because my love doesn't want me here
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
(Oh, by the roadside, country boy
Come closer, buddy, the party has started
Let's take a walk through the beautiful fields)
(Sacred word, Celina)
(That's right, buddy)
Oh my mother
With true joy
Today my poor lyre
Wants to sing to you, virgin of copper
Soul of my land
Good mother
The holy faith that guides me
To give you a beautiful verse
Look mother
Reaches your blessed altar
At the same time my lyre rises
And in the name of my Cuba
Ochún, I congratulate you
Oh, I'm going to the mountains
Because my love doesn't want me here
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
Like the country girl I am
I'm going to immerse myself in the mountains
