Текст и перевод песни Sara Montiel - El Relicario

El Relicario

Un día de San Eugenio
Yendo hacia el Pardo, le conocí
Era el torero de más tronío
Y el más castizo de to Madrid

Iba en calesa
Pidiendo guerra
Y yo al mirarle
Me estremecí

Y el al notarlo bajó del coche
Y muy garboso se vino a mí
Tiró la capa con gesto altivo
Y descubriéndose, me dijo así

"Pisa morena
Pisa con garbo
Que un relicario
Que un relicario me voy a hacer
Con el trocito de mi capote
Que haya pisado
Que haya pisado tan lindo pie"

Un lunes abrileño
Él toreaba y a verle fui
Nunca lo hiciera
Que aquella tarde
De sentimiento creí morir

Al dar un lance
Cayó en la arena
Se sintió herido
Miró hacia mí

Y un relicario
Sacó del pecho
Que yo enseguida reconocí
Cuando el torero
Caía inerte
En su delirio
Decía así

"Pisa morena
Pisa con garbo
Que un relicario
Que un relicario me voy a hacer
Con el trocito
De mi ca...

The Reliquary

On the day of Saint Eugene
As I was going to El Pardo, I met him
He was the most famous bullfighter
And the most traditional in all of Madrid

He rode in a coach
Calling for a fight
And when I looked at him
I shivered

And when he noticed, he got out of the coach
And gracefully came towards me
He threw his cape with a haughty gesture
And uncovering himself, he said to me

Tread, my beauty
Tread with grace
For a reliquary
For a reliquary I will have made
With a piece of my cape
That has been trodden upon
That has been trodden upon by such a pretty foot

One April Monday
He was bullfighting and I went to see him
I should never have done so
For that afternoon
I thought I would die of sorrow

When he lunged
He fell to the sand
He felt wounded
He looked towards me

And a reliquary
He took out of his chest
Which I recognized at once
When the bullfighter
Fell inert
In his delirium
He said

Tread, my beauty
Tread with grace
For a reliquary
For a reliquary I will have made
With the piece
Of my ca...