Zamba de Navidad
Ginette Acevedo
Christmas Zamba
Christmas, Christmas,
Tomorrow will be Christmas.
Tonight is Christmas Eve,
Tomorrow will be Christmas.
Tonight is Christmas Eve,
Tomorrow will be Christmas.
Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus,
Baby Jesus of the little monkeys,
Who like them, very poor,
You will be born in a little ranch,
Who like them, very poor,
You will be born in a little ranch.
Christmas through the salitral,
That arrived happily, that will leave happily,
Leaving the poor little monkeys,
With much stinginess in their hearts,
Lararailarara la,
Stinginess in their hearts.
Music.
Below, ringing,
The church bells,
And the little monkeys looking at the sky,
Waiting for the baby to be born.
And the little monkeys looking at the sky,
Waiting for the baby to be born.
Arrive now, arrive now,
Riding on a little star,
The good little child arrives
To console the poor little monkeys,
The good little child arrives
To console the poor little monkeys.
Christmas through the salitral,
That arrived happily, that will leave happily,
Leaving the poor little monkeys,
With much stinginess in their hearts,
Lararailarara la,
Stinginess in their hearts.
