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Singer: Angel D'AGOSTINOSinger 2: Angel VargasComposer: Antonio PolitoAuthor: Antonio Polito

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Lyrics
Noviecita mía, yo te quiero,
Con el cariño puro
De aquel que puso en ti, su corazón.
Eres la esperanza 
De mi ensueño y de mi amor, 
Te amo y te respeto como a Dios.
 
Noviecita mía, soy tu esclavo,
Por un capricho tuyo
Mi vida yo ofrendaba con pasión.
Escucha, tesorito mío,
Novia como tú
Seguro que no hay dos.
 
Mi pensamiento vive contigo
Eres mi diosa porque tú me inspiras,
Me hiciste bueno con tus caricias
Y a ti te debo la fuerza de vivir.
Con tus palabras me serenaste
Tus dulces besos un Edén me brindan,
Al lado tuyo, tierna es la vida
Si así me quieres, jamás podré morir.
 
Dios te puso acaso en mi camino,
Como una recompensa
Por toda la tristeza que pasé.
Eres el orgullo de mi sueño y de mi fe,
No hay otra en la existencia
Como tú.
 
Cual si fueras una madrecita,
Curaste mis heridas
Con la ternura santa de tu amor.
Te debo, noviecita mía,
Toda la ilusión
De mi felicidad...
English translation
My little bride, I love you,
With the pure affection
Of the one who put his heart in you.
You are the hope
Of my dreams and my love,
I love and respect you as God.
 
My little bride, I am your slave,
For a whim of yours
My life I offered with passion.
Listen, my little treasure,
Bride like you
Surely there are no two.
 
My thoughts live with you
You are my goddess because you inspire me,
You made me good with your caresses
And to you I owe the strength to live.
With your words you serenaded me
Your sweet kisses give me an Eden,
Next to you, life is tender
If you love me like this, I can never die.
 
God put you on my path,
As a reward
For all the sadness I went through.
You are the pride of my dream and my faith,
There is no other in existence
Like you.
 
As if you were a little mother,
You healed my wounds
With the holy tenderness of your love.
I owe you, my little bride,
All the illusion
Of my happiness...

The Cabeceo