El Cristo de Palacagüina

Up on the Iguana Hill
Deep in the mountains of Segovia
A strange glow was seen
Like a midnight dawn
The cornfields caught fire
The silver breakers trembled
Light rained down in Moyogalpa
Through Telpaneque, through Chichigalpa

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón, Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón, Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

People gathered to see him in a big crowd
The Indian Joaquín brought him, cheese braid from Nagarote
Instead of gold, incense, and myrrh
They gifted him, as I heard
A little box of diriomo and even buñuelos from Guadalupe

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón, Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Poor José, the day laborer, works his ass off all day
He’s got rheumatism, bored in the carpentry
María dreams that her son, just like his dad, will be a carpenter
But the kid thinks, tomorrow I wanna be a guerrilla

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón, Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

Christ is born in Palacagüina
From Chepe Pavón, Pavón and a girl named María
She’s gonna humbly iron
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner

The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman of the landowner
The clothes that shine, the beautiful woman
Of the landowner