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Whose little house is this?
With windows and balcony?
Will it be my uncle Joaquin's?
The best of the best?
And if it's not here, by chance
His father, the bag, will send us
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Joy, God is born
In a world of good gypsies'
They will sing to him, they will dance to him (come on!)
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
The virgin is walking
She is walking alone
And he has no other company
That the child of the little hand
And if it's not here, by chance
His lady mare will send us
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Joy, God is born
In a world of good gypsies'
They will sing to him, they will dance to him (ole!)
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
This is as far as we go (olee!)
400 in gang
If you want us to sing to you'
Bring out four hundred chairs (now!)
And if it's not here, by chance
Joaquin, the bag, will send us
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Joy, God has been born (ole!)
In a world of good gypsies'
They will sing to him, they will dance to him
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
The Virgin made a stew (how good! How good!)
And the tomato forgot it
And Saint Joseph told him
"If I try it, he'll kill me."
And if it's not here, by chance
Joaquin, the bag, will send us
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Joy, God is born
In a world of good gypsies'
They will sing to him, they will dance to him
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
Joy, God is born
In a world of good gypsies'
They will sing to him, they will dance to him
Between zambombas, sticks and tambourine'
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