Lyrics of El Relicario (1957) - Sara Montiel

El Relicario (1957) (original)

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

(translation)

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