Carpintería José
Peteco Carabajal
Jose's Carpentry
When Jose, the carpenter
Found out he was going to be a dad
He lifted Mary in his arms
To start dancing
No one can imagine
How beautiful Mary was
A pearl in each ear
There's a lot of literature
Everything was going wonderfully
In Jose's home
They talked about nothing else
But the upcoming baby
Looking at the holy cards
No one can imagine
That Mary's husband
Was capable of dancing
At night they talked
About what to name him
He liked Jesus
She didn't mind
The happiness was interrupted
As the Scriptures affirm
At the same time that Herod
Declared a heavy hand
They had to move away
Sold what they had
Not even Mary's two pearls were saved
Looking at the holy cards
No one can imagine
That Mary's husband
Was capable of fighting
They looked like little drawings
Crossing the desert
Both about to enter
The New Testament
They slept under the open sky
Many times they didn't eat
He kept her warm
With his hand on her belly
They ended up in Bethlehem
In a town of a hundred sheep
A manger, full moon
And a bunch of old houses
The loneliness of the place
Mary's pains
Jose knocked on doors
But no one opened them
Looking at holy cards
No one could say
That Mary's husband
Was capable of roaring
On one side fatigue
On the other pregnancy
Jose faced the manger
And opened it with a kick
This is music, gentlemen
This is pure feeling
A man and a woman
Sharing a birth
Looking at the holy cards
No one can imagine
That Mary's husband
Was capable of crying
