Si Usted La Viera

The confessor tells me not to love you
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
He says that your loves drive me crazy
That I don't 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 would be 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, tuberose and verbena
That are May rains, your soon curls
And I can't live without your spells
He tells me very sullen, that it is a great chimera
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her

Confessing that I have my soul in your eyes
The priest father yelled at me with a thousand anger
What a great sin he did not forgive
And if I loved you, I would be condemned
condemned me

Then with lover sweet rapture
From the chest in which I carry it I took a portrait
And the priest seeing your image, light of my soul
Contemplating him absorbed, he smiled
He smiled

That does reflect holy loves
He thought you were the virgin of pain
That's so beautiful that light shines
And I said to him: Father, this is her
Forgotten and the priest of his crown
He said opening his eyes: Nice person
If she is good as well as beautiful, may I love you in peace
And I told him: Father, if you saw her