La Guadalupana

From heaven on a beautiful morning
From heaven on a beautiful morning
The Guadalupana, the Guadalupana
The Guadalupana came down to Tepeyac

Pleading, she clasped her hands
Pleading, she clasped her hands
And they were Mexicans, and they were Mexicans
Their bearing and their face

Next to the mountain passed Juan Diego
Next to the mountain passed Juan Diego
And he approached, and he approached
And he approached upon hearing the singing

Little Juan Diego, the Virgin said to him
Little Juan Diego, the Virgin said to him
I choose this hill, I choose this hill
I choose this hill to make my altar

Since then for the Mexican
Since then for the Mexican
To be Guadalupano, to be Guadalupano
To be Guadalupano is something essential

In his sorrows he kneels down
In his sorrows he kneels down
And raises his eyes, and raises his eyes
And raises his eyes towards Tepeyac

In the tilma among painted roses
In the tilma among painted roses
Her beloved image, her beloved image
Her image deigned to leave

From heaven on a beautiful morning
From heaven on a beautiful morning
The Guadalupana, the Guadalupana
The Guadalupana came down to Tepeyac

The Guadalupana, the Guadalupana