Esta noche se casa mi niña

This afternoon my daughter is getting married, I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Go on hairdresser, don't make her any prettier than she is
Come on, your boyfriend is waiting for you
May my arm take her to the altar

The priest is already lighting the candles
As he passed by he looked at his room and started to cry a little
And he started to cry a little bit
Unintentionally, my arm helped her get out of the nest and fly

Tonight I don't know whether to sleep or sit down for a while and wait
Or sit down for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times that without me she will not lack anything

With what skill did the grandmother give her the little she could gather?
I can't find her mother, let her have her reasons
To go back to his room for a moment

You won't know whether to laugh or cry
She's crazy about marriage
And his sister has folded a cowboy

That a while ago in his room he left
That a while ago in his room he left
And once again he looked in the mirror
To see what you dreamed of so much

Tonight I don't know whether to sleep or sit down for a while and wait
Or sit down for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times that without me she will not lack anything

This afternoon I don't know what to say to him when the boy comes to hug me
I may tell you that if you said yes
On the altar, may he love her like the first day

And if not, let her leave it as always at my side
Or will the hug for the life they are about to begin be enough?
For the life they are about to begin
And toast with a glass
Because there is already one more at home

Tonight I don't know whether to sleep or sit down for a while and wait
Or sit down for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times that without me she will not lack anything

On the threshold of the house the neighbors are watching how things are going
They who saw her playing in the yard as a child
And in her skirts they have seen her sleeping

They won't know whether to laugh or cry when she comes out dressed in white
And even the priest has lit another candle
When he saw how pretty she is
When he saw how pretty she is

And a cloud of rice at the door told me your girl is leaving