Amor Secreto
Todos los domingos se va a la Iglesia
En el primer banco ella se sienta
Cuando el sacerdote dice la misa
Una luz se enciende de sus pupilas
Nadie se imagina que hace ya tiempo
Sin quererlo ella lo ama en silencio
Nadie se imagina que está sufriendo
Al ver imposible su amor secreto.
Ella vive enamorada se muere por él
Y el no sabe nada
Ella todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo
Pero no se atreve
Ella le pide a su Dios
Pide que lo borre de su pensamiento
O que le dé su amor
Siempre que la gente se va de misa
Se queda rezando no tiene prisa
Llena de ternura y con prudencia
Mira sin que él pueda darse cuenta
Luego se dirige al confesionario
Aunque su alma este limpia de pecado
Porque esta feliz aunque sea un rato
Al estar allí cerca de su amado
Ella vive enamorada se muere por él
Y el no sabe nada
Ella todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo
Pero no se atreve
Ella le pide a su Dios
Pide que lo borre de su pensamiento
O que le dé su amor.
Secret Love
Every Sunday she goes to Church
In the first pew she sits
When the priest says the mass
A light shines from her eyes
No one imagines that for a long time
Unintentionally she loves him in silence
No one imagines she is suffering
Seeing her secret love as impossible
She lives in love, she's dying for him
And he knows nothing
She wishes she could shout out
All she feels, but she doesn't dare
She asks her God
To erase him from her thoughts
Or to give her his love
Whenever people leave mass
She stays praying, not in a hurry
Full of tenderness and prudence
She looks without him noticing
Then she goes to the confessional
Even though her soul is free of sin
Because she's happy, even if just for a while
Being close to her beloved
She lives in love, she's dying for him
And he knows nothing
She wishes she could shout out
All she feels, but she doesn't dare
She asks her God
To erase him from her thoughts
Or to give her his love.