Canto De Entrada

You are the God of the poor,
the human and simple God,
the God who sweats in the street,
the God with a weathered face,
that's why I speak to you
just as my people speak,
because you are the working God,
the working Christ.

You walk hand in hand with my people,
you fight in the countryside and the city,
you line up in the camp
to get paid for your day's work.

You eat shaved ice in the park
with Eusebio, Pancho, and Juan José,
and even complain about the syrup
when they don't put enough honey in it.

You are the God of the poor...

I have seen you in a small store
settled in a shack,
I have seen you selling lottery tickets
without being ashamed of that role.

I have seen you at gas stations
checking the tires of a truck,
and even paving roads
wearing leather gloves and overalls.

You are the God of the poor...