Текст и перевод песни Vanesa Martín - Dice la nostra novia (Banda Sonora Original de "La Novia")

Dice la nostra novia (Banda Sonora Original de "La Novia")

Dice la nostra novia, como se llama la cabeza
No se llama cabeza, si no campos espaciosos
Ay mis campos espaciosos, pase la novia y bese al novio
Dice la nuestra novia, como se llama el cabelloNo se llama cabello
Si no seda de laurel
Ay mi seda de labrar
Ay mis campos espaciosos
Pase la novia y bese al novio

Dice la nuestra novia, como se llama la frente
No se llama frente, si no espada reluciente
Ay mi espada reluciente, ay mi seda de labrar
Ay mis campos espaciosos, pase la novia y bese al novio

Dice la notra novia, como se llaman las cejas
No se llaman cejas, si no cintas del telar
Ay mis cintas del telar, ay mi espada reluciente
Ay mi seda de labrar, ay mis campos espaciosos
Pase la novia y bese al novio

Dice la nostra novia, como se llaman los ojos
No se llaman ojos, si no ricos miradores
Ay mis ricos miradores, ay mi cintas del telar
Ay mi espada reluciente, ay mi seda de labral
Ay mis campos espaciosos, pase la novia y bese al novio

Dice la nuestra novia, como se llama la cara
No se llama cara, si no rosa del rosal
Ay mi rosa del rosal, ay mi dátil, dactilar
Ay mis ricos mirados, ay mi cinta del telar
A mi espada reluciente, ay mi seda de labrar
Ay mis campos espaciosos, pase la novia y bese al novio

Our Bride Says (Original Soundtrack from "The Bride")

Our bride says, what is her head called
It is not called a head, but a spacious field
Oh my spacious field, let the bride pass and kiss the groom
Our bride says, what is her hair called
It is not called hair, but silk of laurel
Oh my silk for weaving
Oh my spacious field
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom

Our bride says, what is her forehead called
It is not called a forehead, but a gleaming sword
Oh my gleaming sword, oh my silk for weaving
Oh my spacious field, let the bride pass and kiss the groom

Our bride says, what are her eyebrows called
They are not called eyebrows, but ribbons from the loom
Oh my ribbons from the loom, oh my gleaming sword
Oh my silk for weaving, oh my spacious field
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom

Our bride says, what are her eyes called
They are not called eyes, but rich balconies
Oh my rich balconies, oh my ribbons from the loom
Oh my gleaming sword, oh my silk for weaving
Oh my spacious field, let the bride pass and kiss the groom

Our bride says, what is her face called
It is not called a face, but a rose from the rose bush
Oh my rose from the rose bush, oh my date, date picker
Oh my rich balconies, oh my ribbon from the loom
Oh my gleaming sword, oh my silk for weaving
Oh my spacious field, let the bride pass and kiss the groom