The Bride (La Novia) - Lou Rawls

White and radiant the bride goes

behind follows a loving groom

and by uniting their hearts

they will kill my ilusions

Before the altar she’s crying

Everyone will say it’s from joy

Inside, her soul is shouting

Ave Maria.

She will also lie by saying yes

and when kissing the Cross will ask for forgiveness

And I know she could never forget

that it was me, not him she wanted.

Before the altar she’s crying

Everyone will say it’s from joy

Inside, her soul is shouting

Ave Maria.

Ave María.

Ave María.