"Brillaba como nacar de guitarra"

There was a barber and his wife
  And she was beautiful
  A foolish barber and his wife
  She was his reason and his life
  And she was beautiful
  And she was virtuous
  And he was-- naive

  There was another man who saw
  That she was beautiful
  A pious vulture of the law
  Who with a gesture of his claw
  Removed the barber from his plate
  Then there was nothing but to wait
  And she would fall
                             So soft
  So young
  So lost
  And oh, so beautiful!