Текст и перевод песни Pastora Soler - Trinia - Directo

Trinia - Directo

Al museo de Sevilla
Iba a diario Juan Miguel,
A copiar las marvillas
De Murillo y Rafael.

Y por la tarde como
Una rosa
De los jardines que
Habia al entrar,
Pintaba Trini
Pura y hermosa
Como si fuera la Inmacula.

Y decia el chavalillo,
Pa que voy a entrar ahi,
Si es la virgen de murillo,
La que tengo frente a mi.

Triniá, mi Triniá,
La de la puerta real,
Carita de nazarena,
Por la virgen Macarena
Yo te tengo compara,
Algo en tu vida envenena,
¿Que tienes en la mira?
Que no me pareces buena
Triniá, ay, Trini, Trini
Mi Triniá.

El museo sevillano
Un mal dia visito,
Un banquero americano
Que de Trini se prendo.

Y con el brillo
De los diamantes,
La sevillana quedo cega,
Y entre los brazos
De aquel amante
Huyo de España la Triniá,
Y ante el cuadro no acabao,
Asi decia el pintor,
Tu me has hecho
Un desgraciao,
Sin ti que voy a
Hacer yo.

Triniá, mi Triniá,
La de la puerta real,
Carita de nazarena,
Por la virgen Macarena
Yo te tengo compara,
Algo en tu vida envenena
¿Que tieness en la mira?
Que no me pareces buena
Triniá, mi Trini, ay,
Mi Triniá.

Trinia - Live

To the Seville museum
Juan Miguel would go every day,
To copy the marvels
Of Murillo and Raphael.

And in the afternoon as
A rose
Of the gardens that
Were at the entrance,
Trini painted
Pure and beautiful
As if she were the Immaculate.

And the boy said,
Why would I go in there,
If it's the virgin of Murillo,
The one I have in front of me.

Trinia, my Trinia,
Of the Royal Gate,
Little face of a Nazarene,
By the Virgin Macarena
I have compared you,
Something in your life is poisoned,
What do you have in your sights?
That I don't think you're good
Trinia, ay, Trini, Trini
My Trinia.

The Sevillian museum
One bad day I visited,
An American banker
Who fell for Trini.

And with the sparkle
Of diamonds,
The Sevillian woman was blinded,
And in the arms
Of that lover
Trinia fled Spain,
And before the unfinished painting,
Thus said the painter,
You have made me
A wretched man,
Without you, what will I
Do.

Trinia, my Trinia,
Of the Royal Gate,
Little face of a Nazarene,
By the Virgin Macarena
I have compared you,
Something in your life is poisoned,
What do you have in your sights?
That I don't think you're good
Trinia, my Trini, ay,
My Trinia.