| You come down from the stars, O King of Heaven,
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| and come to a cave in the cold and frost. |
| (2 v.)
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| O my divine Child,
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| I see you here trembling;
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| oh blessed God!
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| Ah, how much it cost you to have loved me! |
| (2 v.)
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| To you, who are the Creator of the world,
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| there is a lack of cloth and fire, my Lord. |
| (2 v.)
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| Dear chosen little child,
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| how much this poverty
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| the more I fall in love,
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| since he still made poor love for you. |
| (2 v.)
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| You leave the beautiful joy of the divine womb,
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| to come to penar on this hay. |
| (2 v.)
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| Sweet love of my heart,
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| where did love take you?
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| O Jesusmio,
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| why will I suffer so much? |
| for my sake! |
| (2 v.)
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| But if it was your wanting to suffer,
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| Why do you want to cry then, why go away? |
| (2 v.)
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| my Jesus, yes I understand you!
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| Ah, my Lord!
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| You cry not out of grief, but out of love. |
| (2 v.)
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| You cry to see you ungrateful to me
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| after such great love, so little loved!
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| O beloved - of my breast,
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| If once upon a time it was so, now I only crave you
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| Dear, don't cry anymore, I love you and I love you (2 v.)
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| You sleep, my Ninno, but meanwhile your heart
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| he does not sleep, no but he keeps awake at all hours
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| Oh, my beautiful and pure Lamb
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| what are you thinking about? |
| you tell me. |
| O immense love,
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| a dìmorir for you, answer, I think. |
| (2 v.)
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| So to die for me, you think, oh God
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| and more, besides you, can I love?
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| O Mary. |
| my hope,
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| if I love your Jesus a little, do not be indignant
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| love him for me, if I don't know how to love! |
| (2 v) |