El Churrumbé
Ha nacido el churrumbé
En una noche lunera
Tendrá planta de calé
Y risa cascabelera
San José es de mazapán
Y la Virgen de canela
Y este Niño es un bizcocho
Jecho de azúcar morena
No lo quiero carpintero
Ni tampoco de la fragua
Ni gitano castañero
Lo quiero rey de las almas
San José es de mazapán
Y la Virgen de canela
Y este Niño es un bizcocho
Jecho de azúcar morena
Los gitanos son de bronce
Y los payos de hojalata
Y el chavea del Portal
Mejor que el oro y la plata
San José es de mazapán
Y la Virgen de canela
Y este Niño es un bizcocho
Jecho de azúcar morena
The Churrumbé
The churrumbé has been born
On a moonlit night
He'll have the flair of a gypsy
And a laugh like a bell's chime
Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar
I don't want him as a carpenter
Or from the forge, no way
Not a gypsy with castanets
I want him to be the king of souls
Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar
The gypsies are made of bronze
And the townsfolk are tin
And the kid from the Portal
Is better than gold and silver
Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar