El Mejor de Los Nacíos

All the roads in Judea
Are lit up by the glow
Of a star that sparkles in the sky
Jesus, our redeemer, was born

White moon, white moon
That baby has no crib

Don't cry for me, my baby Manué
For in my arms, I'll make you a crib
A little crib I'll make for you
And with a song and two bright stars
Child of my soul, I'll make you a rattle

Let's hurry up
Before Manué starts to cry
Let's hurry up
Before he gets cold
Run, run
For the best of the born
Has arrived in Bethlehem

That star that shines for us
Will be a light of hope and dreams
A light that gives life to a child from the sky
A king without race or color was born

Black shadow, bad shadow
Being a king, you have no crown

But don't cry for me, my baby Manué
For before your greatness, I will bow
I will bow before you
For the rays of that, your star
Will be, my king, the most beautiful crown

Let's hurry up
Before Manué starts to cry
Let's hurry up before
He gets cold
Run, run
For the best of the born
Has arrived in Bethlehem

And with a song and two bright stars
Child of my soul, I'll make you a rattle

Let's hurry up
Before Manué starts to cry
Let's hurry up
Before he gets cold
Run, run
For the best of the born
Has arrived in Bethlehem