Ricardo Arjona
Miscellaneous
If You Saw Her
The confessor tells me not to love you,
And I tell him father, if you saw her
He says that your loves They drive me crazy,
That I don't attend to my duty, that I sleep little,
That I sleep little
He says that our many conversations,
They comment on murmurings in the village,
He says It would be easy for me not to love you
And I tell you father, if you saw her,
If you saw her
In vain I assure you, that you are so pure,
We must pray in front of your beauty
That you are gentle and hopeful, like a lily,
That are born from your lips, marba and verbena
That are May rains, your soon curls
And I cannot live without your spells
He tells me very sullenly, that it is a great chimera,
And I tell him father, if you saw it.
Confessing that I have a soul in your eyes,
The father priest told me with a thousand anger,
What a great sin he did not forgive,
And that if I loved you, he condemned me,
He condemned me
Then with loving sweet rapture,
From the chest in which I carry it I took out a portrait,
And the priest sees your image, my sweet soul,
Contemplating it absorbed he smiled,
He smiled
It's almost that you reflect holy loves,
He thought you were the virgin of sorrows,
It's so beautiful that the light flashes,
And I told him father, well this is her,
Forget him and the priest about his crown,
He said opening his eyes, beautiful person,
If she is good as well as beautiful, may she love you in peace
And I told him father if you saw her

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS