El Relicario, B.S.O: El Último Cuplé (Pasodoble) - Sara Montiel

Un día de San Eugenio

Yendo hacia el prado le conocí

Era el torero de más tronio

Y el más castizo de to Madrid

Iba en calesa

Pidiendo guerra

Y yo al mirarlo

Me estremeci

Y el al notarlo

Bajo del coche

Y muy garboso

Se vino a mi

Tiro la capa

Con gesto altivo

Y descubriendose

Me dijo asi:

Pisa morena

Pisa con garbo

Que un relicario

Que un relicario me voy hacer

Con el trocito de mi capote

Que haya pasado

Que haya pisado tan lindo pie

Un lunes abrileño el toreaba

Y a verlo fui

Nunca lo hiciera que aquella tarde

De sentimiento crei morir

Al dar un lance

Cayo en la arena

Se sintio herido

Miró hacia mi

Y un relicario

Saco del pecho

Que yo enseguida

Reconoci

Cuando el torero

Caia inerte

En su delirio

Decia asi:

Pisa morena

Pisa con garbo

Que un relicario

Que un relicario me voy hacer

Con el trocito de mi capote

Que haya pasado

Que haya pisado tan lindo pie

A day of Saint Eugene

Going to the meadow I met him

He was the bullfighter of more tronio

And the most traditional of Madrid

I was in a carriage

asking for war

and me looking at it

I shuddered

And when he noticed

Under the car

and very graceful

he came to me

I throw the cape

with a proud gesture

and discovering

He told me like this:

stomps brunette

Step with grace

what a locket

What a locket I'm going to make

With the piece of my cape

what happened

That you have stepped on such a beautiful foot

One April Monday he fought

and I went to see it

I never did that afternoon

Of feeling I thought I would die

When giving a cast

I fell in the sand

he felt hurt

He looked at me

and a locket

chest sack

that I immediately

recognized

when the bullfighter

inert caia

in his delirium

He said like this:

stomps brunette

Step with grace

what a locket

What a locket I'm going to make

With the piece of my cape

what happened

That you have stepped on such a beautiful foot