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Serenade to Mother of God

Juan Carlos Oviedo y Los Hermanos Acuña

Serenata Tupãsýme

Tupãsy Caacupé
Rojumíngo ne rendápe
Ropurahéi mbarakápe
Che irûmindi oñondive
Rogueru avei orave
La adhesión de un poeta
Ha heta mba'e ha'éta
Nde, che symi porãite

Santa Rosa, San José
Og̃uahê mbotámane oúvo
Avei ndéve oguerúvo
Maitei ha pojopy
Oúta avei ñande sy
La Virgen de las Mercedes
Oikóva siempre nde ykére
Ha ome'ê ndéve tory

Paraguaýgui oku'éma
Tuichaitéva caravana
Rumbo a la Villa Serrana
Cantando a ti su canción
La Virgen de la Asunción
Con su sonrisa desgrana
Voy a visitar a mi hermana
Pura Limpia Concepción

Tupãsy Caacupé
Oimene revy'aite
Ore atypa nderehe
Ha tuichaicha ore rovasa
Hasymíva okuera
Ne rendápe og̃uahêvo
Ha itapỹime ojerévo
Ojuhu felicidad

Ne memby nde rayhuvéva
Oime peteî alfonsino
Monseñor Demetrio Aquino
Ore hermano katupyry
Upéva upe ne memby
Ha'e la ojapopaitéva
Ko nde róga iporãitéva
Opahag̃ua, Tupãsy

Aipota che perdoná
Sapy'ántemo ajavy
Oiméne opukavy
Ñandejára pe amo yvate
Ha ikatúnte avei og̃uahê
Este día nde saludávo
Ko nde ára omomorãvo
Oguejy sapy'aite

Serenade to Mother of God

Mother of God, Caacupé
I come to you with my heart
I sing my song to you
My brothers and I together
We bring you our love too
The bond of a poet
And many things to say
You, my beautiful mother

Santa Rosa, San José
You arrive with the dawn's light
And you bring us your warmth
Greetings and blessings
Our mother will also come
The Virgin of Mercy
Always by your side
And she gives you joy

From Paraguay, they come
A huge caravan
Heading to Villa Serrana
Singing their song to you
The Virgin of Assumption
With her smile, she shines
I’m going to visit my sister
Pure and Clean Conception

Mother of God, Caacupé
You are truly our joy
We gather around you
And our hearts are full
Those who are suffering
Will come to you
And in your embrace, they’ll find
Happiness awaits

Your child, whom you love
Is like an Alfonso
Monsignor Demetrio Aquino
Our brother, wise and kind
That’s your child
He does everything right
In your beautiful home
At the end, Mother of God

I want you to forgive me
Sometimes I mess up
Maybe I’m a bit lost
Lord, I look up to you
And I hope you will come
This day to greet you
This day to honor you
I return with all my heart.

Escrita por: Quemil Yambay