La Historia Del Niño Dios
Contaba mi abuelo que un diciembre
Antes que naciera yo,
Sucedio alla en un tierra lejana
La historia del niño dios,
Ohohoh... Ohohoh...
En el pueblo de belen no se encontraba
Un sitio para dormir cama y almohada,
Silueta de dos viajeros
Bajaban de la montaña,
Eran san jose y maria
Con el niño en sus entrañas, asi
Jose iba buscando en la carretera
Comida y habitacion
Maria ya muy cansada pensaba
Que sea lo que quiera dios,
Ohohoh... Ohohoh...
Cuando el viento de la noche ya golpeaba
En el humilde pesebre ella posaba,
Y una estrellita de oriente
Anunciaba con su luz,
Vengan a cantar pastores
Ya nacio el niño jesús,
Contaba mi abuelo que en un diciembre
Antes que naciera yo
Sucedio alla en un tierra lejana
La historia del niño dios,...que lindo
(Oh oh oh oh.. Yo quiero escuchar abuelo
La historia del niño dios)
Me contaba mi abuelito
Que antes que naciera yo
Maria ya muy cansada pensaba
Que sea lo que quiera dios
Pero que lindos recuerdos
Me trae esta bella cancion
Se la dedico a los pequeños
Que la estan viviendo hoy,
Sentimiento y sabor,asi
A lalal...la vengan a cantar pastores
Que el niño ha nacido ya
La historia que les conte
Es pa los niños del mundo
Con sentimiento profundo
A ustedes me le inspire.........
The Story of the Child God
My grandfather told that one December
Before I was born,
It happened there in a distant land
The story of the child god,
Ohohoh... Ohohoh...
In the town of Bethlehem, there was no
Place to sleep, bed and pillow,
Silhouette of two travelers
Descending from the mountain,
They were Saint Joseph and Mary
With the child in her womb, like this
Joseph was looking on the road
For food and a room
Mary already very tired thought
Let it be as God wills,
Ohohoh... Ohohoh...
When the night wind was already blowing
In the humble manger, she lay down,
And a little star from the East
Announced with its light,
Come sing, shepherds
The child Jesus is born,
My grandfather told that in a December
Before I was born
It happened there in a distant land
The story of the child god,... how beautiful
(Oh oh oh oh.. I want to hear, grandfather
The story of the child god)
My grandfather told me
That before I was born
Mary already very tired thought
Let it be as God wills
But what beautiful memories
This beautiful song brings me
I dedicate it to the little ones
Who are living it today,
Feeling and flavor, like this
A lalal... come sing, shepherds
For the child has already been born
The story I told you
Is for the children of the world
With deep feeling
I am inspired by you...