Nacio Nazareno
Leonardo Favio
Born Nazarene
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero
Let everyone, let everyone understand this game
Born Nazarene, from Mrs. Mary
Who scrubs and works, scrubs night and day
And has a little tin room in the village
Full of hopes and some little pictures
The neighbors say he will become a doctor
They don't know he holds the child God in his arms
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero
Let everyone, let everyone understand this game
The sky is clear, and a little light guides
to Mrs. Mary's tin room
Compadres from other villages came
And they dance and sing, everything is joy
Chamamè and polka and tango too
They play with the child, they can't believe it
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero
Hallelujah, hallelujah, understand the game
Oh, stay calm, comadre Maria
I know the brat studies in secret
Look, see comadre, he didn't turn out mischievous
He sneaks into trains among the workers
Laughs with his jokes, knows their dreams
He knows they love him as he loves them
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero
Hallelujah, hallelujah, understand the game
Don't cry, comadre, comadre Maria
The child is not dead, they say it out of envy
He walks among the poor, sunk in the mines
Chopping in workshops, fighting in the vineyard
In the daily cry of the newsboys
Cheer up, comadre Maria
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero
Hallelujah, hallelujah, understand the game
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat pirulero...
