Villancico Yaucano

I would like, child, to kiss you
and Saint Joseph won't let me,
He says I will make you cry,
Is it true that you still leave me?

He was born in a portal,
full of cobweb,
between the mule and the ox,
the redeemer of souls
I am a poor Caucano
I come from Yauco here
and I bring my Child God
a qui-qui-ri-qui rooster

You already know, beautiful boy.
I'm from the coffee town
in case you want two bags
I will also bring them to you.

In Bethlehem they play the fire
a flame comes out of the portal
is a star from the sky
that has fallen among the straws

I am a Juan the greengrocer
I come from the mountain
and I bring you good food
from my humble cabin

To the newborn child
everyone offers you a gift
I like I have nothing
I offer you my heart