Текст и перевод песни Ricardo Arjona - Si Usted la Viera (El Confesor)

Si Usted la Viera (El Confesor)

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,
Comentan 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 e ilusa, cual azucena,
Que nacen de tus labios, marba 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 dijo 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 saque un retrato,
Y el cura ve tu imagen, dulce alma mía,
Contemplándolo absorto se sonreía,
Él sonreía

Es casi que reflejas santos amores,
Creyó que eras la virgen de los dolores,
Es así que es hermosa que luz destella,
Y yo le dije padre, pues esta es ella,
Olvídalo 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
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If You Saw Her (Confessor)

The confessor tells me I shouldn't love you,
And I tell him father, if you saw her
He says your loves drive me crazy,
That I don't attend to my duty, that I don't sleep enough,
That I don't sleep enough

He says that our many conversations,
Generate murmurs in the village,
He says that not loving you would be easy
And I tell him father, if you saw her,
If you saw her

In vain I assure him you're so pure,
That one must pray in front of your beauty
That you're gentle and innocent, like a lily,
That from your lips are born marble and verbena
That your quick curls are May rains
And that I cannot live without your charms
He tells me very grimly that it's a great delusion,
And I tell him father, if you saw her.

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

Then with a sweet lover's rapture,
From the chest in which I carry it, I took out a portrait,
And the priest sees your image, sweet soul of mine,
Contemplating it, he smiled,
He smiled

It almost reflects holy love,
He thought you were the Virgin of Sorrows,
It is so beautiful that it shines,
And I told him father, for this is she,
Forget it, and the priest of his crown,
He said, opening his eyes, beautiful person,
If she is as good as she is beautiful, may she love you in peace
And I told him father if you saw her
(Bis)