Madre, En La Puerta Hay Un Niño

Mother, there's a child at the door
More beautiful than the beautiful Sun
Saying he's cold
Because he's almost in pieces
Tell him to come in and he'll warm up
Because in this land
There's no charity anymore
Because in this land
There's no charity anymore

The child entered and sat down
And as he warmed up
The landlady asked him
From what land and what homeland?
My father is from heaven
My mother too
I came down to earth to suffer
I came down to earth to suffer

Make the bed for this child
In the bedroom and with care
Don't make it for me, ma'am
For my bed is a corner
My father is from heaven
My mother too
I came down to earth to suffer
I came down to earth to suffer