Abrele La Puerta

Open the door for him, he brings you the light
Open the door for him, to the little baby Jesus
He is in the streets,
In all the corners,
In all the towns,
Of Latin America,
He's walking,
He's very cold,
Open the door for him,
Give him your shelter.

It's been a long time,
That he's been waiting,
For someone to lend a hand,
To know that he's your brother,
Give him lots of love,
Give him your tenderness,
He's in the streets,
Full of garbage.

Open it; there's Latin America,
Open it; do you hear this melody,
Open it; open your heart to him
Open it; come and fill it with love.

He's very calm, doesn't break a toy,
It's been a long time since the kings visited him,
But this year will be different,
You'll be his friend today forever.

Don't let the future slip from his hand,
Light a bulb for him,
Don't leave him in the dark,
Give him a smile,
Give him hope,
Because that's how, my brother,
A nation is built.