Paroles et traduction Guaco - Si Usted la Viera

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 a 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 frondos risos
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 dijo el padre cura con mil enojos
"Que un 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 saque un retrato
Y el cura ve tu imagen, luz y alma mía
Contemplándolo absorto se sonreía
Él sonreía

"Esa sí que refleja santos amores"
Creyó que eras la Virgen de los Dolores
"Esa sí que es hermosa, qué luz destella"
Y yo le dije: "padre, ¡pues esta es ella!"
Olvidado ya el cura de su corona
Dijo abriendo los ojos: "linda persona
Si es buena como hermosa que en paz te quiera"
Y yo le digo: "padre, ¡si usted la viera!"

"Esa sí que refleja santos amores"
Creyó que eras la Virgen de los Dolores
"Esa sí que es hermosa, qué luz destella"
Y yo le dije: "padre, ¡pues esta es ella""
Olvidado ya el cura de su corona
Dijo abriendo los ojos: "linda persona
Si es buena como hermosa que en paz te quiera"
Y yo le digo: "padre, ¡si usted..."
"¡Si usted la viera!"

Oremos...

Si Usted la Viera

The confessor tells me that: "do not love her"
And I say to him: "father, if you saw her!"
He says that: "your loves drive me crazy
That I do not attend to my duty, that I sleep too little"
"That I sleep too little"

He says that: "our many conversations
Encourage murmurs in the village"
He says that: "not loving you, would be easy for me"
And I say to him: "father, if you saw her!"
"If you saw her!"

In vain I assure him that: "you are so pure
One must pray before your beauty
That you are gentle, graceful like a lily
That spikenard and verbena are born from your lips
That your abundant curls are May rains
And that I cannot live without your charms"
He tells me very sullenly that: "it is a great chimera"
And I say to him: "father, if you saw her!"

Confessing that I have my soul in your eyes
The priest with a thousand annoyances said to me
"That he did not forgive such a great sin
And that if I loved you, he would condemn me"
"Condemn me!"

Then with a sweet, enraptured lover
From the chest in which I carry it, I take out a portrait
And the priest sees your image, light and soul of mine
He smiled, absorbed in contemplating it
He smiled

"That one does reflect holy loves"
He believed that you were the Virgin of Sorrows
"That one is indeed beautiful, what light it gives off"
And I said to him: "father, because this is her!"
The priest, already forgetting his crown
Said opening his eyes: "beautiful person
If she is as good as she is beautiful, may she love you in peace"
And I say to him: "father, if you saw her!"

"That one does reflect holy loves"
He believed that you were the Virgin of Sorrows
"That one is indeed beautiful, what light it gives off"
And I said to him: "father, because this is her""
The priest, already forgetting his crown
Said opening his eyes: "beautiful person
If she is as good as she is beautiful, may she love you in peace"
And I say to him: "father, if you..."
"If you saw her!"

Let us pray...