Virgencita de Caacupé

Here comes the caravan
Of the faithful pilgrims
Climbing the hill
Of Caacupé
Bronze bells
Calling for prayers
Summon the believers
With a sweet song for the offering

Little Virgin, Holy
I remember one day
With a psalm on my lips
I came to you
And there on my knees
In your sanctuary
With fervent faith
Like a pilgrim, I prayed too

Oh! Little Virgin of miracles
You who are good
Hear my pleas: I come to ask you
That your forgiveness comes to me

A flow of magic and tenderness
Is in your eyes
That are blue like that sky
That covers the ground where I was born

Like in a mystery
Of sacred legend
From a distant time
That won't return
I evoke your image
That is of my race
Of mountain lineage
Little Indian Virgin of Caacupé

One day they wanted
To take you far away
But in a mystery
You said Tove
Since then blind
Faithful and sincere
Your humble little town
Little Virgin, Holy
Kneels at your feet

Oh! Little Virgin of miracles
You who are good
Hear my pleas: I come to ask you
That your forgiveness comes to me

A flow of magic and tenderness
Is in your eyes
That are blue like that sky
That covers the ground where I was born