"Arre Borriquito"

Arre borriquito,

we go to Bethlehem

to see the Virgin

and the child too.

Rustic ceiling

coat gives you.

By cradle a manger

by temple a portal.

Arre borriquito,

let's go to Bethlehem,

that tomorrow is partying

and the other one too.

Tonight with the moon

and tomorrow with the sun.

to Bethlehem we will walk

to see the Child God soon.

Come on, pastors, come on,

let's go to Bethlehem,

to see that Child

the glories of Eden.

 "The drummer"

I would like to put at your feet

Some present that you like Lord,

But you already know that I'm poor too,

and I have no more than an old drum.

(rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom)

In your honor in front of the portal I will play

with my drum!

The road that leads to Bethlehem

I'm tagging with my old drum,

There is nothing better that I can offer you,

his hoarse accent is a song of love

(rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom)

When God saw me playing before Him

he smiled at me ...

I would like to put at your feet

Some present that you like Lord,

But you already know that I'm poor too,

and I have no more than an old drum.

(rom pom pom pom, rom pom pom pom)

In your honor in front of the portal I will play

with my drum!
 "Fish in the river"

But look how they drink

the fish in the river

But look how they drink

for seeing God "born"

Drink and drink

and they drink again,

The fish in the river

for seeing God born.

The Virgin is washing

And tending on rosemary,

The little angels singing,

And the rosemary blooming.

The Virgin is walking

You are walking alone,

And it does not carry more company

That the boy with the little hand

 "The chiquirritin"

Between an ox and a mule God was born

and in a poor manger they have collected it.

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

little one in between

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

Queridin, beloved of the soul.

Do not look at me angry, my son

look at me with my eyes that I look at you.

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

little one in between

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

Queridin, beloved of the soul.

Below the arch of the portalico

Mary, Joseph and the Child are discovered.

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

little one in between

Ay of chiquirritín chiquirriquitín

queridín, queridito del alma.

 "To Bethlehem Shepherds"

"To Bethlehem Shepherds, to Bethlehem kids

That the king of the angels was born,

To Bethlehem shepherds, to Bethlehem kids

That the king of the angels was born.

(Chorus)

The shepherds of Bethlehem,

they all go for firewood,

to warm the child that

was born in the good night.

(Chorus)

On the Bethlehem portal

there are stars Sun and moon,

the Virgin and Saint Joseph

and the Child who is in the cradle.

(Chorus)

The Good Night is coming,

the Good Night goes away

and we will go

and we will not be back.