Fin de fiesta traducción al Inglés

One, two, three, water, let's go
Mary of my soul

Pretty as a star
And beautiful as a harpsichord
His carpenter's hands
Saint Joseph is already trembling.
His carpenter's hands
Saint Joseph is already trembling.

Oh, mom, I went with him, I went with him.
Oh, mom, I went with him, I went with him (where?)
To Santiago he says, oh, to Santiago he says

And tonight is Christmas Eve
Oh, and tomorrow is Naviá
Take out the boot, Maria
Let's get drunk
And tonight is Christmas Eve
And it's not a night of sleep.
Take out the boot, Maria
We're going to have fun.

He is falling asleep
And the Child God in the cradle
And the Child is falling asleep
And, and the Virgin Mary
Oh, she's rocking him, singing to him
He's rocking it, lerele-leré
Oh, he's rocking it.

Oh, I'll take this child from you.
While I light a candle
I'll take this child from you.
While I light a candle
And Saint Joseph answers him
"Whoever gave birth to it, let it be"
And Saint Joseph answers him
"Whoever gave birth to it, let it be"

She has a head full of curls.
She has a face like a lily
With the catapún, catapún, what a curl!
With the catapún, catapún, Christmas Eve
She has a face like a lily

To Bethlehem the Virgin Mary walked
With the patriarch, Mr. Saint Joseph
The road to Bethlehem leads
Oh, little path to the portá
Let's see the king of heaven
That in the crib and is
That in the crib and is

Since the road is so long
Ask the Child of Bethlehem
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let him ask Saint John for it.
And I asked Saint John, Manuel

The rivers come turbid, they come turbid
And you can't baby, oh, oh, oh, oh
That the rivers come turbid'
And they can't be babies.
Come, my fathers, come and worship, come and worship
Come, the faithful, to worship

Oh, oh, oh
And tonight the Child is born
And it is a lie, that it is not born

Come, gypsy, come singing
And give the Child headdresses
He is cold and shivering
You touch the Child
He is cold and shivering

Oh, oh
He's walking, walking
The shepherds are walking
The shepherds are walking
To bring the Child God
All their illusions

And to the Child of God of my heart
And to the Child of God of my heart

And God was born
May God take the street, oh, oh
In the arms of a gypsy
That breastfed him
Come, gypsy, come singing
Come, gypsy, come singing
To bring a little touch to the Child, he is cold
That is shivering
And bring a little hat to the Child, he is cold
That is shivering

Tonight is Christmas Eve
And it's not a night of sleep.

Ey, ey
The Virgin is walking
She walks alone
The Virgin is walking
She walks alone
And he has no more company
And he has no more company
That the Child of his little hand
Little Path to Bethlehem
Little Path to Bethlehem

Oh
And the door is shining, oh
And because a child was born there, oh
And all the gypsies were there.
And singing and dancing and eating pestiño'

Oh, olé, olé, olé, and olé
And olé and olé, and olé and olé and olé
Don't break it, mother, you and the apron.
Look, the poor thing has no other.
The poor unhappy girl
Oh, there the good girl has been caught by the bull
He cheated on him for the ace of gold.
He took it again, he took it again
He cheated on her there again.