Campanera

Why have you painted in your dark circles
The royal lily flower?
Why have you dressed in silk?
Oh bell ringer, why could it be?

Look, everyone who doesn't know
What is the key to truth,
They say you're not good,
And could compare you to the lily.

Tell them to stop that waterwheel
That keeps turning and proclaiming what it wants,
And to know your story
They are looking for it, how and when of the one who hurts.

Oh, Bell Ringer,
Even if people don't want it,
You are the best of women
Because God made you his herald.

Because people stop
Just by seeing you pass by,
Because you are a brave lark
Who raises her head and starts to sing.

They say that if a suitor
Who walks hidden comes to see you,
They tell that a lover waits,
The bell ringer with the round of three.

It was already a crown of glory,
For that commotion of sleeplessness, for love,
When the turning of the waterwheel
Covered with a veil all the colorful sky.

Oh, Bell Ringer,
Even if people don't want it,
You are the best of women
Because God made you his herald.

Oh, Bell Ringer
From the lover who waits,
With the blessing of the altars
As God commands his companion.