Walking from the east
On my knees before him.
Walking from the East
The kings are coming soon
Walking from the east
They are arriving in Bethlehem Of the little boy who has been born
Walking from the east I would like to be a friend and
They are already arriving at the manger. singing Christmas carols
Walking from the east With the flute and the jingling bell
They want to see the boy. of the children of the earth
I would like to be a brother
to share a thousand gifts with them
Share the same faith.
The kings bring gold
Incense and myrrh and
they deliver
His treasures to the child king
We also go
with the gifts
We take to the barn
purity and faith.
They rode through the jungle
Guided by the star,
They approach the cave and
They adore Emmanuel, it is
they showed before the child
The little boy, he
they sang carols
The shepherds to Bethlehem
The shepherds to Bethlehem
They run hurriedly A mosquito bit him/her.
From so much running the A very skinny shepherd
Broken shoes And angrily I shouted at him:
I get nothing from you.
Oh, oh, oh how happy
van
Oh, oh, oh, if they will return
with bread, bread, with the
Of, Of
With the bread, with the De
With the tambourine and its
castanets.
A pastor stumbled.
A media sidewalk, and a
Little lamb shouted here
He/She stays.
They are already going to Bethlehem,
to adore the child, the
pastors on the train and the
shepherd boys.
The shepherds to Bethlehem almost,
they almost fly and it's because of
so much running does not help them
sole left:
The chamomile Rosario
The daisy rosary
The red became paschal
The little wooden boxes and crates
Christmas is announced
You can already hear the
chinchillas
Chin, chin, chin, chin
The marimba as it vibrates
Parramplan, plan, plan,
plan
Colored little candles
Of the manger they watch
plam, plam, plam
in the sky a star
with the moon, the moon seriously.
They are the stars of the sky
White Christmas flower,
That the angels gather
And they take to the portal
Oh, the little one
Oh, the little one, tin,
little one
Stuck in straw
Oh little one, tin,
little one
Sleepy, sleepy
between wanks
Between the ox and a mule
God has been born and in a
they have a humble manger
gathered (2)
Oh the little one...
Under the arch, of
little portal is discovered at
Mary, Joseph and the child (2)