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Lo que vieron mis ojos

Singer: Francisco LOMUTOSinger 2: Mercedes Simone y Fernando DíazComposer: Juan CanaroAuthor: Jesús Fernández Blanco

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Un día visitando el Rosedal,
fulgieron sus miradas con pasión,
y así nació su dulce madrigal,
de noble adoración...

Cruzaban los senderos del jardín
tejiendo mil ensueños de ilusión,
felices de vivir, cantando su canción...

¡Qué feliz seré (Feliz)
junto a ti, (serás)
dulce bien! (por mí,)
Por tu amor (y yo)
Virginal, (por ti,)
ha de ser (también)
mi vivir (seré)
un edén!... (feliz.)
Yo te quiero más (Mi amor)
cada vez, (jamás)
porque en ti (podrá)
ya cifré mi fe, (morir!)
mi ideal!... 

(a dúo)
¡Bello es amar, bello es sentir
una pasión que hace cantar
con emoción... ¡la dicha de vivir!...

Las flores parecían incitar
al beso ardiente y puro del amor,
pues todas les brindaban al pasar
su aroma embriagador...

Las aves al mirarlos arrullar,
de envidia o de gentil admiración,
cesaban de trinar, oyendo su canción...
English translation
One day visiting the Rose Garden,
their gazes glowed with passion,
and thus their sweet madrigal was born,
of noble adoration...

They crossed the paths of the garden
weaving a thousand dreams of illusion,
happy to live, singing their song...

How happy I will be (Happy)
with you, (you will be)
sweet good! (for me,)
For your love (and me)
Virginal, (for you,)
shall be (also)
my life (will be)
an Eden!... (happy.)
I love you more (My love)
every time, (ever)
because in you (I can)
I have already placed my faith, (die!)
my ideal!...

(in duet)
Beautiful is to love, beautiful is to feel
a passion that makes sing
with emotion... the joy of living!...

The flowers seemed to incite
to the ardent and pure kiss of love,
for they all offered them as they passed by
their intoxicating aroma...

The birds, as they watched them coo,
in envy or in gentle admiration,
ceased to chirp, listening to their song...

The Cabeceo