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The Little Mornings

Daniel, Me Estás Matando

Las Mañanitas

Estas son las mañanitas, que cantaba el Rey David
Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos aquí
Despierta, mi bien despierta, mira que ya amaneció
Ya los pajarillos cantan, la luna ya se metió

Que linda esta la mañana, en que vengo a saludarte
Venimos todos con gusto y placer a felicitarte
El día en que tú naciste, nacieron todas las flores
En la pila del bautizo cantaron los ruiseñores
(Ya viene amaneciendo ya la luz del día nos dio
Levántate de mañana mira que ya amaneció)

Quisiera ser solecito, para entrar por tu ventana
Y darte los buenos días acostadita en tu cama
Quisiera ser un San Juan, quisiera ser un San Pedro
Pa' venirte a saludar, con la música del cielo
(Con jardines y flores, hoy te vengo a saludar)
Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te venimos a cantar

The Little Mornings

These are the little mornings, that King David used to sing
Today, being your saint's day, we sing them to you here
Wake up, my dear wake up, look it's already dawn
The birds are already singing, the moon has already set

How beautiful is the morning, in which I come to greet you
We all come with joy and pleasure to congratulate you
The day you were born, all the flowers were born
In the baptismal font, the nightingales sang
(The dawn is coming, the daylight has come
Get up in the morning, look it's already dawn)

I wish I were a little sun, to come in through your window
And give you good morning while you're lying in your bed
I wish I were a Saint John, I wish I were a Saint Peter
To come and greet you, with the music of heaven
(With gardens and flowers, today I come to greet you)
Today, being your saint's day, we come to sing to you

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