De Gurí Soñaba

How much tenderness and hope
Christmas holds in your song
how much sweetness of infinity
delivered over the shyness of the soul
essence of fresh purity
that gives love without time limit
words embroidered with skies
with stars of suns clouds, of silence.

Oh, give me my Virgin
the courage to raise my prayer
I am a bird of blood
that solidifies with love under your holy veil
today as I contemplate naked illusion
the white image of your pure image
I feel your clear gaze
as a comfort for my bitterness.

Oh, Little Virgin, you who always want
you who forgive with motherly love
give me the grace to find in life
what life insists on denying me.
When I look at the face of the one who is losing
for sinning as a poor father.

Gaucha Little Virgin! Give me your comfort
I have my pockets full of poverty
my pockets full of poverty
and there is no bread at home. Christmas in sadness.

Don't let the child's illusion die
that I have in my soul full of affection
as a kid I dreamed on Christmas Eve
and today I cry thinking it only brings sorrows.

Forgive me mother, forgive me mother
but I can't stand thin shins
growling bellies; if you look down
oh! if you look down you will see
how many little kids walk barefoot,
they don't understand, nor hate nor pray
but they suffer a lot... take away this pain...

They are brothers, their blood in my veins
think that the children of Christmas Eve
Don't let the child's illusion die
that I have in my soul full of affection.