Esta noche se casa mi niña
Ecos Del Rocio
Tonight my girl is getting married
This afternoon my girl is getting married, I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Come on, hairdresser, don't make her prettier than she is
Come on, her groom is waiting
Let my arm take her to the altar
The priest is lighting the candles
As he passed by, he looked at her room and shed a few tears
And shed a few tears
Unintentionally, my arm helped her to leave the nest and fly
Tonight, I don't know whether to sleep or sit for a while and wait
Or sit for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times to make sure she lacks nothing without me
With such skill, grandma 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 pair of jeans
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 dreamed of so much
Tonight, I don't know whether to sleep or sit for a while and wait
Or sit for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times to make sure she lacks nothing without me
This afternoon, I don't know what to say when the boy comes to hug me
I might tell him that if he said yes
At the altar, to love her like the first day
And if not, to leave her again by my side as always
Or maybe the hug for the life they are about to start will be enough
For the life they are about to start
And toast with a clink of the glass
Because there's already one more at home
Tonight, I don't know whether to sleep or sit for a while and wait
Or sit for a while and wait
Or ask the Virgin a thousand times to make sure she lacks nothing without me
On the doorstep of the house, the neighbors are standing to see how it goes
They, who saw her playing in the backyard as a child
And saw her asleep in their laps
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 told me your girl is leaving
