Si Usted la Viera - Guaco

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)

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)