Tu Carita Divina
La Húngara
Your Divine Face
The fountain is envious of the color of your divine face, of your divine face
That I see on the forehead of my god and a crown of thorns
What pain, what pain and a crown of thorns
Shepherds from the lagoon all start to sing
Shepherds from the lagoon all start to sing
And the child in the cradle will die on a cross
And the child in the cradle will die on a cross
The fountain is envious of the color of your divine face, of your divine face
That I see on the forehead of my god and a crown of thorns
What pain, what pain and a crown of thorns
On Christmas Eve night, everyone starts to sing
On Christmas Eve night, everyone starts to sing
That dark face smiles to avoid crying
That dark face smiles to avoid crying
The fountain is envious of the color of your divine face, of your divine face
That I see on the forehead of my god and a crown of thorns
What pain, what pain and a crown of thorns
