Текст и перевод песни Joaquín Sabina - De Purisima y Oro

De Purisima y Oro

Academia de corte y confección
Sabañones, aceite de ricino
Gasógeno, zapatos topolino
El género dentro por la calor

Para primores, galerías Piquer
Para la inclusa, niños con anginas
Para la tisis, caldo de gallina
Para las extranjeras, Luis Miguel

Para el socio del limpial un carajillo
Para el estraperlista, dos barreras
Para el Corpus, retales amarillos
Que aclaren el morao' de las banderas

Tercer año triunfal, con brillantina
Los señoritos cierran "Alazán
Y en un barquito, Miguel de Molina
Se embarca, caminito de ultramar

Habían pasado ya los nacionales
Habían rapado a la Señá Cibeles
Cautivo y desarmado
El vaho de los cristales

A la hora de la zambra, en Los Grabieles
Por ventas madrugaba el pelotón
Al día siguiente, hablaban los papeles
De Celia, de Pemán y del Bayón

Enseñando las garras de astracán
Reclinada en la barra de Chicote
La Bien Pagá derrite con su escote
La crema de la intelectualidad

Permanén con rodete, Eva Perón
Parfait amour, Rebeca azul marino
Maestro, le presento a Lupe Sino
Lo dejo en buenas manos, matador

Y luego, el reservao en "Gitanillos
Y después, la paella de Riscal
Y la tarde del manso de Saltillo
Un anillo y unas medias de cristal

Niño, sube a la suite dos anisettes
Que hoy, vamos a perder los alamares
De purísima y oro, Manolete
Cuadra al toro, en la plaza de Linares

Habían pasado ya los nacionales
Habían rapado a la Señá Cibeles
Volvían a sus cuidados
Las personas formales

A la hora de la conga, en los burdeles
Por San Blas descansaba el pelotón
Al día siguiente hablaban los papeles
De Gilda y del Atleti de aviación

Of Purest White and Gold

Dressmaking academy, my love,
Chilblains, castor oil so pure,
Gas generators, Topolino shoes, I assure,
The goods inside, away from the heat's allure.

For delicacies, Galerías Piquer so grand,
For the orphanage, children with tonsils inflamed,
For tuberculosis, chicken broth proclaimed,
For foreign ladies, Luis Miguel, untamed.

For the cleaning guy's partner, a carajillo strong,
For the black marketeer, two barriers along,
For Corpus Christi, yellow scraps belong,
To brighten the purple of the flags, my song.

Third triumphant year, with brilliantine so bright,
The young gentlemen close "Alazán" at night,
And in a small boat, Miguel de Molina takes flight,
Embarks, my darling, on a journey over the sea, so white.

The Nationalists had already passed through town,
They had shaved the head of Lady Cibeles down,
Captive and disarmed, all around,
The mist upon the windows, a mournful sound.

At the hour of the zambra, in Los Grabieles, my dear,
The platoon would wake early, through sales they'd steer,
The next day, the papers would make it clear,
Of Celia, Pemán, and Bayón, my love, so near.

Showing her astrakhan claws, sharp and keen,
Reclined on Chicote's bar, a glamorous scene,
La Bien Pagá melts with her low neckline, I ween,
The cream of the intelligentsia, it would seem.

Permanén with a bun, Eva Perón so fine,
Parfait amour, navy blue Rebecca, a design,
Maestro, allow me to introduce Lupe Sino, divine,
I leave you in good hands, matador, my valentine.

And then, the reserved table at "Gitanillos" bright,
And afterwards, Riscal's paella, a delight,
And the afternoon of the tame bull from Saltillo's fight,
A ring and crystal stockings, shining in the light.

Boy, bring two anisettes to suite number two,
For tonight, my sweet, we're going to lose our decorum, it's true,
Of purest white and gold, Manolete, brave and new,
Squares up to the bull, in the Linares plaza, for me and you.

The Nationalists had already passed through town,
They had shaved the head of Lady Cibeles down,
Returning to their cares, all around,
The formal people, with nary a sound.

At the hour of the conga, in the brothels' sway,
By San Blas, the platoon would rest all day,
The next day, the papers would have their say,
Of Gilda and the Atleti Aviación, come what may.