Divina Sonrisa

Look and look at the shepherds in the sky
Singing and playing tambourines and bells
They come and go, come and go
To kiss the child who's in the manger

Among the firewood and rosemary
They lay out the swaddling clothes
And the good gypsies
Sing to him in a soulful way

The moon in the early morning
Drunk on cold and songs
After kissing the child
Breaks the glass of her cup