El Cristo de Palacagüina

Through the Cerro de la Iguana
Mountain inside Segovia
A strange glow was seen
Like a midnight aurora
The cornfields caught fire
The quiebraplatas trembled
Light rained over Mollogalpa
Over Telpaneque, over Chichigalpa

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

People gathered in a crowd to see him
The Indian Joaquín brought him, braided quesillo from Nagarote
Instead of gold, frankincense, and myrrh
They gave him, as I heard
A box of viriomo and even Guadalupe's fritters

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Poor José, a day laborer, works all day
He has rheumatism, in the tedium of carpentry
María dreams that the son, like his father, will be a carpenter
But the boy thinks, tomorrow I want to be a guerrilla

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is already born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a certain María
She will humbly iron
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner

The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman of the landowner
The clothes she enjoys, the beautiful woman
Of the landowner