Lyrics and translation La Mona Jimenez - Amor Secreto - En Vivo

Amor Secreto - En Vivo

Todos lo 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 ella 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 él
Y él no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella le pide a su Dios que haga que le borre de su pensamiento o que le de su amor.
Ella, vive enamorada se muere por él
Y él no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella le pide a su Dios que haga que le borre de su pensamiento o que le de su amor.
...
Siempre que la gente sale 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 pescado.
Pero así es feliz aunque así un rato
Al estar allí cerca de su amado...
Ella, vive enamorada se muere por él
Y él no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella le pide a su Dios que haga que le borre de su pensamiento o que le de su amor.
Ella, vive enamorada se muere por él
Y él no sabe nada.
Ella, todo lo que siente quisiera gritarlo pero no se atreve.
Ella le pide a su Dios que haga que le borre de su pensamiento o que le de su amor.

Secret Love - Live

Every Sunday she goes to church,
And she sits in the front pew.
When the priest says the Mass,
A light comes on in her cheeks.
No one can imagine what she did some time ago
Unintentionally, she loves him in silence.
No one can imagine that she is suffering
Seeing her impossible secret love...
She lives in love, dying for him,
And he knows nothing.
She feels like shouting everything she feels, but she doesn't dare.
She asks her God to make him vanish from her thoughts or to give her his love.
She lives in love, dying for him,
And he knows nothing.
She feels like shouting everything she feels, but she doesn't dare.
She asks her God to make him vanish from her thoughts or to give her his love.
...
Whenever people leave Mass,
She stays praying, in no hurry.
Full of tenderness and prudence,
She looks without him noticing.
Then she goes to the confessional,
Although her soul is clean of sin.
But she is happy like this, for a while,
Being there close to her beloved...
She lives in love, dying for him,
And he knows nothing.
She feels like shouting everything she feels, but she doesn't dare.
She asks her God to make him vanish from her thoughts or to give her his love.
She lives in love, dying for him,
And he knows nothing.
She feels like shouting everything she feels, but she doesn't dare.
She asks her God to make him vanish from her thoughts or to give her his love.