Alegría, Alegría
Manu Tenorio
Joy, Joy
Read my gypsy palm
Tell me if next year
we'll have more of the same
or if things will get better
If I'll be moved again
by a child's tears
by the tenderness of a kiss
that someone gives us
And tell me, good woman
if we'll finally listen to our hearts
and erase the sorrows
and all the bad mood
Tell me yes, please
that we'll come to our senses
and we'll live life
trying to be better
Joy, joy
Christmas has arrived
I don't want empty glasses
we have to toast
for our happiness
and because our dreams
on this magical night
come true
Read my gypsy palm
and tell me if there's still
hope lost
in this world of God
If my color will be yours
and my race mine
if what's important
isn't found in the skin
And tell me, good woman
if time will break my heart
and if we'll be able to make it even worse
Tell me yes, please
that we'll come to our senses
and we'll live life
trying to be better
Joy, joy
Christmas has arrived
I don't want empty glasses
we have to toast
for our happiness
and because our dreams
on this magical night
come true
Joy, joy
Christmas has arrived
I don't want empty glasses
we have to toast
for our happiness
and because our dreams
on this magical night
come true
Joy, joy
Christmas has arrived
I don't want empty glasses
we have to toast
for our happiness
and because our dreams
on this magical night
come true
