Campanera
¿Por qué has pintado en tus ojeras
La flor de lirio real?
¿Por qué te has puesto de seda?
Ay campanera, ¿por qué será?
Mira que todo el que no sabe
Cuál es la llave de la verdad,
Dicen que no eres buena,
Y a la azucena te pudiera comparar.
Dile que pare esa noria
Que va rodando y pregonando lo que quiere,
Y por saber a tu historia
La están buscando, cómo y cuándo del que hiere.
Ay, Campanera,
Aunque la gente no quiera,
Tú eres la mejor de las mujeres
Porque te hizo Dios su pregonera.
Por que se para la gente,
Nada más la ven de pasar,
Por que es alondra valiente,
Que alza la frente y echa a cantar.
Dicen que si un perseguio
Que anda escondio la viene a ver,
Cuentan, que amante espera,
La campanera con la ronda de las tres.
Ya era de corona de gloria,
Para aquel revuelo del desvelo, por amores,
Cuando el rodar de la noria
Tapó con velo todo el cielo de colores.
Ay, Campanera,
Aunque la gente no quiera,
Tú eres la mejor de las mujeres
Porque te hizo Dios su pregonera.
Ay, Campanera
Desde el amante que espera,
Con la bendición de los altares
Como manda Dios su compañera.
Bell Ringer
Why have you painted in your dark circles
The royal lily flower?
Why have you dressed in silk?
Oh bell ringer, why could it be?
Look, everyone who doesn't know
What is the key to truth,
They say you're not good,
And could compare you to the lily.
Tell them to stop that waterwheel
That keeps turning and proclaiming what it wants,
And to know your story
They are looking for it, how and when of the one who hurts.
Oh, Bell Ringer,
Even if people don't want it,
You are the best of women
Because God made you his herald.
Because people stop
Just by seeing you pass by,
Because you are a brave lark
Who raises her head and starts to sing.
They say that if a suitor
Who walks hidden comes to see you,
They tell that a lover waits,
The bell ringer with the round of three.
It was already a crown of glory,
For that commotion of sleeplessness, for love,
When the turning of the waterwheel
Covered with a veil all the colorful sky.
Oh, Bell Ringer,
Even if people don't want it,
You are the best of women
Because God made you his herald.
Oh, Bell Ringer
From the lover who waits,
With the blessing of the altars
As God commands his companion.