Pastorela Mexicana

On the top of the mountain
In the charcoal burner's hut
When it was midnight
And the stars were trembling
A child came to life
Next to a fire flower
Twenty-fifth of December
Not a day more, not a day less

His mother is very dark-skinned
With a joyful and tender gaze
His father is a strong Indian
Lumberjack of pure nerve

The bald one has for cradle
A crate full of hay
And when he cries, his tears tear apart
The mist of the hills

A new child has been born
Among pine nut trees
Not knowing he is born poor
Because more, he cannot be

There's only a smiling mom
A dad carved in iron
And a cross to protect him
In the coming years

Christmas of the humble
In the charcoal burner's hut
Twenty-fifth of December
Not a day more, not a day less