Raphael — Pastores Venid song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pastores Venid" by Raphael.
Lyrics
Emprendieron su viaje
La Virgen y San José,
Según costumbre tenían
De empadronarse en elén.
La Virgen va encinta, larga es la jornada,
Vamos a ayudarla,
Vamos a ayudarla,
Que ya irá cansada.
Entraron en la ciudad
Y fue para desconsuelo
Porque no encuentran posada
Estos pobres forasteros.
Pastores venid, pastores llegad
Y adorar al niño,
Adorar al niño
Que va a nacer ya.
San José pide le admitan
Aunque sea en un pajar,
Por estar la noche fría
Y no poder caminar.
Pastores venid, pastores llegad
Y adorar al niño,
Adorar al niño
Que va a nacer ya.
Salieron de la ciudad
Los campos a recorrer
Porque un posadero infame
No los quiere recoger.
Hallaron refugio María y José
En un pobre establo,
En un pobre establo
Portal de Belén.
A las doce menos cuarto,
San José fue a buscar leña
Para abrigar a la Virgen
Porque de frío se hiela.
Cuando San José encendió la luz
Se encontró nacido,
Se encontró nacido
Al niño Jesús.
San José llora de gozo
Y de esta suerte decía:
«Cuando he merecido yo Ser esposo de María».
Pastores venid, pastores llegas
Y adorar al niño,
Adorar al niño
Que ha nacido ya.
A tu bendita Madre Victoria.
¡Gloria al recién nacido, gloria!
A tu bendita Madre Victoria.
¡Gloria al recién nacido, gloria!
Lyrics translation
They embarked on their journey
The Virgin and Saint Joseph,
According to custom they had
To register in Elen.
The Virgin goes pregnant, long is the day,
Let's help her,
Let's help her,
She'll be tired.
They entered the city
And it was to dismay
Because they can't find Inn
These poor outsiders.
Pastors come, pastors come
And worship the child,
Worship the child
He's going to be born already.
St. Joseph asks him to admit
Even in a haystack,
For being cold at night
And not being able to walk.
Pastors come, pastors come
And worship the child,
Worship the child
He's going to be born already.
They left the city
The fields to be covered
Because an infamous innkeeper
He doesn't want to pick them up.
Mary and Joseph found refuge
In a poor stable,
In a poor stable
Bethlehem Portal.
At twelve minus four,
San Jose went to get firewood
To shelter the Virgin
Because it gets cold.
When St. Joseph turned on the light
He found himself born,
He found himself born
The baby Jesus.
Saint Joseph weeps with joy
And of this fate he said:
"When I have deserved to be Mary's husband."
Pastors come, pastors come
And worship the child,
Worship the child
He's already born.
To your blessed mother Victoria.
Glory to the newborn, glory!
To your blessed mother Victoria.
Glory to the newborn, glory!