Translation of the song lyrics Si Usted la Viera (El Confesor) - Ricardo Arjona

Si Usted la Viera (El Confesor) (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 you father, if you saw her
He says that your loves drive me crazy
That I do not attend to my duty, that I sleep little
I sleep little
He says that our many conversations
They encourage gossip in the village
He says that not loving you, it's easy for me to leave
And I tell you 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, graceful, like a lily
That are born from your lips, marba and verbena
That are May rains, your thick curls
And I can't live without your spells
He tells me very sullenly, that he is a great chimera
And I tell you father, if you saw her
Confessing that the soul I have in your eyes
The father 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 in which I carry it I took a portrait
And he heals when he sees your image, sweet soul of mine
Contemplating him absorbed, he smiled
he was smiling
That if reflects holy loves
He believed that you were the virgin of sorrows
That yes she is beautiful that light flashes
And I told him father, well this is her
Already forgotten the priest of his crown
He said opening his eyes, nice person
If she is good as beautiful, may she in peace she loves you
And I told you father if you saw her
(Bis)