Amor Secreto
Todos los domingos se va a la iglesia
y en el primer banco ella se sienta,
cuando el sacerdote dice la misa,
una luz se enciende en sus mejillas.
Nadie se imagina que hace ya tiempo,
sin quererlo ella lo ama en silencio,
nadie se imagina que esta sufriendo,
al ver imposible su amor secreto.
Ella, vive enamorada se muere por el que no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella, le pide a su dios que haga que lo borre de su pensamiento o que le dé su amor.
Siempre que la gente sale de misa,
se queda rezando no tiene prisa,
llena de ternura y con prudencia,
le mira sin que él pueda darse cuenta.
Luego se dirige al confesionario,
aunque su alma este limpia de pecado,
pero así es feliz, aunque sea un rato,
al estar allí cerca de su amado.
Ella, vive enamorada se muere por el que no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella, le pide a su dios que haga que lo borre de su pensamiento...
... O que le dé su amor!!!!!
Secret Love
Every Sunday she goes to church
and she sits in the first pew,
when the priest says the mass,
a light shines on her cheeks.
No one imagines that for a long time,
unintentionally she loves him in silence,
no one imagines that she is suffering,
seeing her secret love as impossible.
She, lives in love, she's dying for the one who knows nothing.
She, everything she feels she wants to shout it out but she doesn't dare.
She, she asks her God to make him erase from her thoughts or to give her his love.
Whenever people leave mass,
she stays praying, not in a hurry,
full of tenderness and with prudence,
she looks at him without him noticing.
Then she goes to the confessional,
even though her soul is free from sin,
but this way she is happy, even if just for a while,
being close to her beloved.
She, lives in love, she's dying for the one who knows nothing.
She, everything she feels she wants to shout it out but she doesn't dare.
She, she asks her God to make him erase from her thoughts...
... Or to give her his love!!!!!