Paroles et traduction Martirio - Dicen

Dicen

En el mismo punto y hora, .
Que acabó con Pepe Mora,
Doña Aurora sobre el pelo
No se puso ni una flor,
Y su patio de cal pura,
Un convento de clausura,
Y una cárcel con cerrojos,
Para el luto de su amor,

Dicen, dicen que lleva un pelo sobre el semblante,
Dicen, dicen que si habla sola de madrugá,
Dicen, dicen que en sus ojazos como diamantes,
Brillan una extraña luz de oscuridad,
Y Sevilla a todas horas, cuenta, canta y pide a usted,
Que esta blanca Doña Aurora, lo mismito que el papel.
Dice, dicen que llora y llora por su querer.

Se ha casao Pepe Mora,
Y al momento Doña Aurora,
Sus vestíos de esponsales
Desentierra del arcón,
Y de novia y con mantilla,
Por las calles de Sevilla,
Va una pena pregonando,
Que ha perdío la razón,

Dicen, dicen que eran dos ascuas sus ojos moros,
Dicen, dicen que con aire de majestad,
Dicen, dicen fue repartiendo monedas de oro,
Desde una punta a otra de la ciudad,
Y a su paso los chiquillos para burla de su amor,
Le tiraban papelillos y a puñajos el arroz.
Dicen, dicen que era una pena ver su dolor.

They Say

At the same point and hour,
That Pepe Mora died,
Doña Aurora on her hair
Did not put a single flower,
And her courtyard of pure whitewash,
A cloistered convent,
And a prison with bolts,
For the mourning of her love,

They say, they say she wears a hair over her face,
They say, they say that if she talks to herself at dawn,
They say, they say that in her big, diamond-like eyes,
Shines a strange light of darkness,
And Seville at all hours, recounts, sings and asks of you,
That this fair Doña Aurora, is as white as paper,
They say, they say that she cries and cries for her love.

Pepe Mora is married,
And immediately Doña Aurora,
Her wedding dress
Unearths from the trunk,
And as a bride and with a mantilla,
Through the streets of Seville,
A grief she proclaims,
That she has lost her mind.

They say, they say that her dark eyes were like two coals,
They say, they say that with an air of majesty,
They say, they say she went about distributing gold coins,
From one end of the city to the other,
And the children, in their mockery of her love,
Threw confetti and rice at her in handfuls.
They say, they say that it was a pity to see her grief.