Si Usted La Viera
El confesor me dice que no te quiera
Y yo le digo: Padre, si usted la viera
Dice que tus amores me vuelven loco
Que mi deber no atiendo, que duermo poco
Que duermo poco
Dice que nuestras muchas conversaciones
Fomentan en la aldea murmuraciones
Dice que no quererte, fácil me fuera
Y yo le digo: Padre, si usted la viera
Si usted la viera
En vano le aseguro que eres tan pura
Hay que rezar delante de tu hermosura
Que eres gentil, airosa, cual azucena
Que nacen de tus labios, nardo y verbena
¿Qué son lluvias de mayo, tus prontos rizos?
Y que vivir no puedo sin tus hechizos
Él me dice muy hosco que es gran quimera
Y yo le digo: Padre, si usted la viera
Confesando que el alma tengo en tus ojos
Me gritó el padre cura con mil enojos
Qué pecado tan grande no perdonaba
Y que si te quería, me condenaba
Me condenaba
Entonces, con amante dulce, arrebato
Del pecho en que lo llevo saqué un retrato
Y el cura al ver tu imagen, luz de alma mía
Contemplándolo absorto, se sonreía
Él sonreía
Esa sí que refleja santos amores
Creyó que eras la Virgen de los Dolores
Esa as que es hermosa, ¿qué luz destella?
Y yo le dije: Padre, pues esta es ella
Olvidado y el cura de su corona
Dijo abriendo los ojos: Linda persona
Si es buena como hermosa, que en paz te quiera
Y yo le dije: Padre, si usted la viera
If You Could See Her
The confessor tells me not to love you
And I say: Father, if you could see her
He says your love drives me crazy
That I neglect my duties, that I sleep too little
That I sleep too little
He says our many conversations
Stir up gossip in the village
He says it would be easy for me not to love you
And I say: Father, if you could see her
If you could see her
I assure him in vain that you are so pure
One must pray before your beauty
That you are graceful, lovely, like a lily
That from your lips bloom, spikenard and verbena
What are May showers, compared to your quick curls?
And that I can't live without your charms
He tells me gruffly that it's a grand delusion
And I say: Father, if you could see her
Confessing that my soul is in your eyes
The priest shouted at me in a fit of rage
What a great sin he wouldn't forgive
And that if I loved you, I would be condemned
I would be condemned
Then, with sweet, passionate love
From my chest where I keep it, I pulled out a picture
And the priest, seeing your image, light of my soul
Gazed at it in awe, and smiled
He smiled
That truly reflects holy love
He thought you were the Virgin of Sorrows
That one, so beautiful, what light does she shine?
And I said: Father, well this is her
Forgotten, the priest dropped his crown
Said, opening his eyes: Lovely person
If she’s as good as she is beautiful, may she love you in peace
And I said: Father, if you could see her
Escrita por: Jorge Luis Chacin, Eusebio Blasco