Los Campanilleros

The Bell Ringers

Los Campanilleros

In the fields of my AndalusiaEn los campos de mi Andalucía
the bell ringers in the early morninglos campanilleros en la madrugá
wake me up with their little bellsme despiertan con sus campanillas
and with their guitars they make me cryy con sus guitarras me hacen llorar
they make me cryme hacen llorar
wake me up with their little bellsme despiertan con sus campanillas
and with their guitars they make me cryy con sus guitarras me hacen llorar

The gypsies who go through the mountainsLos gitanos que van por el monte
canting and dancing at dawncantando y bailando al amanecer
touching drums, tambourines,van tocando tambores, panderos,
singing verses to the child of Godcantándole coplas al niño de Dios
to the child of Godal niño de Dios
touching drums, tambourines,van tocando tambores, panderos,
singing verses to the child of Godcantándole coplas al niño de Dios

On Christmas Eve nightEn la noche de la nochebuena
under the stars of the early morningbajo las estrellas de la madrugá
the shepherds with their little bellslos pastores con sus campanillas
worship the child who has already been bornadoran al niño que ha nacido ya
who has already been bornque ha nacido ya
the shepherds with their little bellslos pastores con sus campanillas
worship the child who has already been bornadoran al niño que ha nacido ya

In the fields of my AndalusiaEn los campos de mi Andalucía
the bell ringers in the early morninglos campanilleros en la madrugá
wake me up with their little bellsme despiertan con sus campanillas
worship the child who has already been bornadoran al niño que ha nacido ya
who has already been bornque ha nacido ya
wake me up with their little bellsme despiertan con sus campanillas
worship the child who has already been bornadoran al niño que ha nacido ya

who has already been bornque ha nacido ya
who has already been bornque ha nacido ya