Jesusito De Mi Vida
Ilegales
Little Jesus of My Life
I met you very early, little Jesus of my life.
Something told me you were good company.
At Christmas, you were a child in the Nativity.
Sometimes I sang carols to you.
By Holy Week, you were already a man.
Now that's miraculous growth.
Year after year, there was no way to save you.
No matter what you did, they were going to crucify you.
It's good to have a friend.
Even if it's an imaginary friend...
and doesn't exist.
When I came of age, my heart died.
I became rational, I thought with my head.
As expected, my crisis of faith came...
and there's no prayer that will make me believe again.
It may be a matter of education.
It may be a promotional effect.
But every Christmas I'm surprised to find
that believer or not, I haven't stopped loving you.
It's good to have a friend.
Even if it's an imaginary friend...
and doesn't exist.
