Manuel Lombo — Villancico de Gloria song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Villancico de Gloria" by Manuel Lombo.
Lyrics
Los caminos se hicieron
Con agua, viento y frio
Caminaba un anciano, mu triste y aflejido¡a, la Gloria!
A su bendita madre ¡victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido, ¡Gloria!
Llegaron a un mesón
Para pedir posada
Y el mesonero ingrato, iba y se la negaba a la Gloria!
Y a su bendita madre ¡victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido, ¡Gloria!
Yo no doy posada, yo no doy posada
A las dos de la noche, la mujer embarazada, ¡a la Gloria!
Y a su bendita madre ¡victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido, ¡Gloria!
Si es que traes dinero
Toda la casa es tuya
Pero si no lo traes, no hay posada ninguna, ¡a la gloria!
Y a su bendita madre ¡Victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido, ¡Gloria!
La Virgen al oir eso se cayó desmayada
Y San José le dice: Levanta, esposa amada ¡gloria!
A su bendita madre Victoria
Gloria al recién nacido, ¡Gloria!
Y desde alli se fueron, a un portal recogido
Y entre el buey y la mula, nació el Verbo Divino, ¡a la Gloria!
Y a su bendita madre ¡Victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido ¡Gloria!
La mula le gruñe
Y el buey le bajea
Y el niño Dios chiquito
Dormidito se queda ¡gloria!
A su bendita madre ¡victoria!
Gloria al recién nacido ¡gloria!
Lyrics translation
The paths were made
With water, wind and cold
An old man walked, very sad and distraught.
To his blessed mother, victoria!
Glory to the newborn, glory!
They came to a Inn
To order Inn
And the ungrateful waiter, he went and denied the glory!
And his blessed mother, victoria!
Glory to the newborn, glory!
I don't give posada, I don't give posada
At two o'clock in the evening, the pregnant woman, to glory!
And his blessed mother, victoria!
Glory to the newborn, glory!
If you bring money
The whole house is yours
But if you don't bring it, there's no Inn, to glory!
And his blessed mother, Victoria!
Glory to the newborn, glory!
When the Virgin heard that, she fainted.
And St. Joseph says to him: Arise, beloved wife, Glory!
To his blessed mother Victoria
Glory to the newborn, glory!
And from there they went, to a portal gathered
And between the Ox and the Mule, The Divine Word Was Born, To Glory!
And his blessed mother, Victoria!
Glory to the newborn glory!
The mule grunts at him
And the Ox lowers him
And the Little God child
Sleeper stays gloria!
To his blessed mother, victoria!
Glory to the newborn glory!