Los Campanilleros
En los campos de mi Andalucía
Los campanilleros en la madruga
Me despiertan con sus campanillas
Y con su guitarra me hacen llorar
Me hacen llorar
Me despiertan con sus campanillas
Y con su guitarra me hacen llorar
Los gitanos que van por el monte
Cantando y bailando al amanecer
Van tocando tambores, panderos
Cantándole coplas al niño de Dios
Y con devoción
Cantándole coplas al niño de Dios
En la noche, de la Nochebuena
Bajo las estrellas de la madruga
Los pastores con sus campanillas
Adoran al niño que ha nacido ya
Que ha nacido ya
Los pastores con sus campanillas
Adoran al niño que ha nacido ya
En los campos de mi Andalucía
Los campanilleros en la madruga
Me despiertan con sus campanillas
Adorando al niño que ha nacido ya
Que ha nacido ya
Me despiertan con sus campanillas
Adorando al niño que ha nacido ya
Que ha nacido ya
Me despiertan con sus campanillas
Adorando al niño que ha nacido ya
The Bell Ringers
In the fields of my Andalusia
The bell ringers in the early morning
They wake me up with their little bells
And with their guitar they make me cry
They make me cry
They wake me up with their little bells
And with their guitar they make me cry
The gypsies who go through the mountains
Singing and dancing at dawn
Playing drums, tambourines
Singing songs to the child of God
And with devotion
Singing songs to the child of God
On the night of Christmas Eve
Under the stars of the early morning
The shepherds with their little bells
Adore the child who has already been born
Who has already been born
The shepherds with their little bells
Adore the child who has already been born
In the fields of my Andalusia
The bell ringers in the early morning
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born
Who has already been born
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born
Who has already been born
They wake me up with their little bells
Adoring the child who has already been born