Teresa
Tiene un secreto Teresa que a nadie cuenta
Y debe ser cosa triste pues todos lamentan
El que sus ojos negros no brillen tanto
Y que se escape una lágrima de vez en cuando
Ay Teresa mi vida, dime el secreto
Yo no lo cuento a nadie, te lo prometo
Y Teresa anda llevando velas
Y piensa que San Antonio no la consuela
Yo le he dicho que el santo prefiere rosas
Sobre todo si las lleva una niña hermosa
Que Teresa anda llorando a mares
Encerrada en sí misma niega la llave
Y es que cuando alguien vive cortando flores
Es porque se sufre, sin duda, de mal de amores
Ay Teresa mi vida, dime el secreto
Yo no lo cuento a nadie, te lo prometo
Y ahora es San Antonio quien está muy triste
Pues no quiere ser imagen y a Dios insiste
En que le haga un milagro, ya que su deseo
Es invitar a Teresa a dar un paseo
De ella y su secreto nada se sabe
Sólo que una tarde la vieron marcharse
Nadie corta sus flores
Y desde aquel día
La hornacina de Antonio
La hornacina de Antonio
La hornacina de Antonio está vacía
Teresa
Teresa has a secret that she doesn't tell anyone
And it must be a sad thing because everyone mourns
That her dark eyes don't shine as much
And that a tear escapes from time to time
Oh Teresa, my life, tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise you
And Teresa is carrying candles
And she thinks that Saint Anthony doesn't console her
I told her that the saint prefers roses
Especially if they are carried by a beautiful girl
Teresa is crying oceans
Locked in herself, she denies the key
And when someone lives cutting flowers
It's because they are undoubtedly suffering from love sickness
Oh Teresa, my life, tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise you
And now it's Saint Anthony who is very sad
As he doesn't want to be an image and insists to God
To perform a miracle, since his wish
Is to invite Teresa for a walk
Nothing is known about her and her secret
Only that one afternoon they saw her leave
No one cuts her flowers
And since that day
Antonio's niche
Antonio's niche
Antonio's niche is empty