Pasión Vega — Teresa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Teresa" by Pasión Vega.
Lyrics
Tiene un secreto Teresa
Que a nadie cuenta y debe ser cosa triste
Pues todos lamentan, el que sus ojos negros
No brillen tanto y que se escape una lagrima
De vez en cuando
Hay Teresa, mi vida dime el secreto
Yo no lo cuento a nadie, te lo prometo
Y Teresa anda llevando velas
Y piensa que San Antonio no la consuela
Yo le he dicho que el santo, prefiere Rosas
Sobretodo si las lleva una niña hermosa
Que Teresa anda, llorando a mares
Encerrada en si misma, niega la llave
Y es que cuando alguien vive, cortando flores
Es porque se sufre sin duda, de mal de amores
Hay Teresa mi vida dime el secreto
Yo no lo cuento a nadie, te lo prometo
Y ahora es San Antonio, quien esta muy triste
Pues no quiere ser imagen y a Dios insiste
En que le haga un milagro, ya que su deseo
Es invitar a Teresa a dar un paseo
De ella y su secreto nada se sabe
Solo que una tarde la vieron marcharse
Nadie corta sus flores y desde aquel día
La hornacina de Antonio, la hornacina de Antonio
La hornacina de Antonio, esta vacía
Lyrics translation
She's got a secret, Teresa.
That no one counts and it must be sad thing
For they all regret, that their black eyes
Don't shine so much and let a tear slip
From time to time
There's Teresa, my life tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise.
And Teresa is carrying candles
And she thinks San Antonio doesn't comfort her
I told you that the Saint, prefers Roses
Especially if they're worn by a beautiful girl
That Teresa walks, crying to the seas
Locked in herself, she denies the key
And is that when someone lives, cutting flowers
It is because it suffers without a doubt, from love sickness
There's Teresa my life tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise.
And now it is San Antonio, who is very sad
For he does not want to be an image and God insists
In that you do a miracle, since your wish
Is to invite Teresa for a walk
Of her and her secret nothing is known
Only one afternoon they saw her leave.
No one cuts their flowers and since that day
The hornacina De Antonio, the hornacina De Antonio
Antonio's horn is empty.