Cristo de Palacagüina

Through the hill of the iguana, into the mountain
Of the blindness,
A strange glow was heard
Like a midnight dawn.
The cornfields caught fire,
The rocks trembled,
Light rained down on muyugalpa, on telpaneca,
On chichigalpa.

(chorus:)
Christ was born in Palacagüina,
From Chepe Pavón (Pavon, Pavon) and a certain Maria,
She will humbly iron
The clothes that the beautiful landowner's wife enjoys.

People gathered in a crowd to see him,
And the Indian Joaquin brought him braided cheese in nagarote leaves,
Instead of gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
They gave him, as far as I know,
A little box of diriomo and even Guadalupe fritters.

(chorus:)
Poor laborer José works hard all day,
He has rheumatism from the carpentry work,
Maria dreams that her son, like his father, will be a carpenter,
But the little one thinks tomorrow I want to be a guerrilla.

(chorus:)