Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Si Usted la Viera, artist - Guaco.
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Song language: Spanish
Si Usted la Viera(original) |
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, marba y verbena |
Que son lluvias de mayo, tus brondos 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 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 al ver tu imagen, dulce alma mía |
Contemplándolo absorto se sonreía |
Él sonreía |
Esa si que refleja santos amores |
Creyó que eras la virgen de los dolores |
Esa sí que es hermosa que luz destella |
Y yo le dije padre, pues esta es ella |
Olvídado 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 dije padre si usted la viera |
(bis) |
(translation) |
The confessor tells me not to love you |
And I tell him father, if you saw her |
He says that your love drives me crazy |
That I do not attend to my duty, that I sleep little |
that I sleep little |
He says that our many conversations |
They encourage gossip in the village |
He says that he doesn't love you, it's easy for me to leave |
And I tell him father, if you saw her |
if you saw her |
In vain I assure you, that you are so pure |
You have to pray in front of your beauty |
That you are gentle, airy, like a lily |
That are born from your lips, marba and vervain |
What are May rains, your brondos curls |
And that I cannot live without your spells |
He tells me very surly, that he is a great chimera |
And I tell him father, if you saw her |
Confessing that the soul I have in your eyes |
The priest told me with a thousand anger |
That such a great sin did not forgive |
And that if he loved you, he condemned me |
he condemned me |
So with lover sweet rapture |
From the chest on which I carry it, I took a portrait |
And the priest seeing your image, my sweet soul |
Contemplating him absorbed, he smiled |
he smiled |
That does reflect holy loves |
He thought you were the Virgin of Sorrows |
That yes, she is beautiful, what a flashing light |
And I told him father, well this is her |
Forgotten already the priest of his crown |
She said opening her eyes, nice person |
If she is good as beautiful, may she love you in peace |
And I told him father if you saw her |
(Bis) |