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
Que 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
Que 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 mia
Contemplándolo absorto se sonreíaa
Él sonreía
Esa sí que refleja santos amores
Creyó que eras la virgen de los dolores
Esa as que es hermosa que luz destella
Y yo le dije: Padre, pues ésta 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 Saw Her
The confessor tells me not to love you
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
He says that your loves drive me crazy
That I don't attend to my duty, that I sleep little
I sleep little
He says that our many conversations
They encourage gossip in the village
He says that not loving you, it would be easy for me to leave
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
If you saw her
In vain I assure you, that you are so pure
You have to pray in front of your beauty
That you are gentle, airy, like a lily
That are born from your lips, tuberose and verbena
That are May rains, your soon curls
And I can't live without your spells
He tells me very sullen, that it is a great chimera
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
Confessing that I have my soul in your eyes
The priest father yelled at me with a thousand anger
What a great sin he did not forgive
And if I loved you, I would be condemned
condemned me
Then with lover sweet rapture
From the chest in which I carry it I took a portrait
And the priest seeing your image, light of my soul
Contemplating him absorbed, he smiled
He smiled
That does reflect holy loves
He thought you were the virgin of pain
That's so beautiful that light shines
And I said to him: Father, this is her
Forgotten and the priest of his crown
He said opening his eyes: Nice person
If she is good as well as beautiful, may I love you in peace
And I told him: Father, if you saw her
Escrita por: Eusebio Blasco / Jorge Luis Chacin