Los Peregrinos
Jairo
The Pilgrims
What sacred nourishment is fatigue
And the divine strength of walking barefoot
The end of the road, what a great mystery!
And it's never outside because it's inside
We are from exoduses and exiles
We have gone to Rome and to Egypt
There are no planes or trains, no car or money
That can take me to the place I desire the most
If Jesus walked on water
I, his servant, walk on my wounds
Step by step we sing along the roads
With sorrows on our shoulders, the pilgrims
From my land to Santiago de Compostela
Among all the footprints of the Jacobean
Shining at the doors of the Obradoiro
In Galicia, its holy apostle awaits me
Like in Africa and Asia, like in Europe
Today the Argentine pampas perfume glories
To arrive, wanderers, like the dawn
That awaits us in Luján, the Creole virgin!
If Jesus walked on water
I, his servant, walk on my wounds
Step by step we sing along the roads
With sorrows on our shoulders, the pilgrims
With sorrows on our shoulders, the pilgrims
