Mi niña

This afternoon my girl is getting married,
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Come on, hairdresser, don't make her
More beautiful than she already is
Come on, her groom is waiting for her,
Let my arm lead her to the altar,
The priest is lighting the candles.

As she passed by, she looked at her room
And she started to cry a little,
And she started to cry a little,
Unintentionally, my arm was helping her
To leave the nest and fly.

With what skill her grandmother gave her
What little she could gather.
I can't find her mother,
Let her be, she must have her reasons
To go back to her room for a moment
She won't know whether to laugh or cry,
She's crazy about the wedding.

And her sister folded a handkerchief
That she left in her room a while ago
That she left in her room a while ago,
And she looked in the mirror again
To see what she had dreamed of so much.

This afternoon I don't know what to say
When the boy comes to hug me.
Maybe I'll tell him, if
He said yes at the altar
To love her like the first day
And if not, to leave her again
As always, by my side.

Or will the hug be enough
For the life they are about to start
For the life they are about to start
And toast with a clink of the glass
Because there's already one more at home.

On the doorstep of the house
The neighbors are watching how it goes.
They, who as a child, in the courtyard
Saw her play
And fall asleep on her lap
They won't know whether to laugh or cry,
When she comes out dressed in white.

And even the priest lit another candle
When he saw how beautiful she is
When he saw how beautiful she is
And a cloud of rice at the door
Tells me your girl is leaving.

Tonight I don't know whether to sleep
Or sit for a while to wait
Or sit for a while to wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times
To make sure she lacks nothing without me.