Traducir a
Next to a green rosemary
a fig tree comments with a nightingale.
In a poor portal I delirium
Tonight the child of God was born.
Dressing the child in cold,
Look, look, what pain.
Today is Christmas Eve and it's worth jumping and skipping and skipping,
take out the brown boot and drink and laugh and sing,
That tonight is Christmas Eve and I have to get drunk.
They are singing and playing tambourines
the bell ringers of the early morning.
And it beats the snow in whiteness,
Mary is purer than a bouquet of orange blossom.
Long live God in the highest
because for me he was born in a manger.
Today is Christmas Eve and it's worth jumping and skipping and skipping,
take out the brown boot and drink and laugh and sing,
That tonight is Christmas Eve and I have to get drunk.
At such an hour he goes into the mountains,
We both go to Almonte.
That I have offered to the Virgin,
arrive at Rocío, playing the drum.
And see the Child dressed,
Look at you, look at Pastor.
Today is Christmas Eve and it's worth jumping and skipping and skipping,
take out the brown boot and drink and laugh and sing,
That tonight is Christmas Eve and I have to get drunk.
That tonight is Christmas Eve and tomorrow will be Christmas
Ver letras en otros idiomas
