Trini
Al museo de Sevilla iba a diario Juan Miguel
a copiar las maravillas de Murillo y Rafael
y, por las tardes, como una rosa de los jardines que hay a la 'entra¡'
pintaba Trini, pura y hermosa, como si fuera 'La Inmacula¡'
Y decaa el chavalillo:
"'Pa' qua voy a entrar aha
si es la virgen de Murillo
la que tengo frente a ma"
Trinia¡, mi Trinia¡,
la de la Puerta Real,
carita de nazarena,
con la virgen Macarena
yo te tengo 'compara¡'
'Argo' tu vida envenena
que tienes en la 'mira¡'
que no me parece buena, Trinia¡
¡Ay, Trini, mi Trini, ay Trinia¡!
El museo sevillano un mal daa visita³
un banquero americano que de Trini se prenda³
Y con el brillo de los diamantes
la sevillana 'quea³' cega¡
y entre los brazos de aquel amante
huya³ de Espaa±a la Trinia¡
y ante el cuadro no 'acabao'
asa decaa el pintor
"Taº me has hecho un 'desgraciao'
sin ti qua voy a hacer yo"
Trinia¡, mi Trinia¡,
la de la Puerta Real,
carita de nazarena,
con la virgen Macarena
yo te tengo 'compara¡'
'Argo' tu vida envenena
que tienes en la 'mira¡'
que no me parece buena, Trinia¡
¡Ay, Trini, mi Trini, mi Trinia¡!
¡Ay, Trini, mi Trini, ay Trini
Trini
To the museum of Seville went Juan Miguel daily
To copy the wonders of Murillo and Rafael
And in the afternoons, like a rose from the gardens at the entrance
He painted Trini, pure and beautiful, as if she were 'The Immaculate'
And the boy would say:
'Why should I go inside
If it's the Virgin of Murillo
That I have in front of me'
Trini, my Trini,
The one from Puerta Real,
Face like a Nazarene,
With the Virgin Macarena
I have you compared
Something poisons your life
That you have in sight
That doesn't seem good to me, Trini
Oh, Trini, my Trini, oh Trini!
The Sevillian museum one day was visited
By an American banker who fell for Trini
And with the sparkle of diamonds
The Sevillian was blinded
And in the arms of that lover
Trini fled from Spain
And in front of the unfinished painting
The painter would say
'You have made me a wretch
What am I going to do without you'
Trini, my Trini,
The one from Puerta Real,
Face like a Nazarene,
With the Virgin Macarena
I have you compared
Something poisons your life
That you have in sight
That doesn't seem good to me, Trini
Oh, Trini, my Trini, my Trini!
Oh, Trini, my Trini, oh Trini