Trinia

To the Museum of Seville
Juan Miguel went 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 in there,
If it's the Virgin of Murillo
That I have in front of me.'

CHORUS

Trinia, my Trinia,
The one from Puerta Real,
Face of a Nazarene,
With the Virgin Macarena
I compare you;
Something poisons your life,
What do you have in your gaze
That doesn't seem good to me,
Trinia, my Trini, oh... my Trinia.

II

The Sevillian Museum
Was visited one day
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
Trinia fled from Spain.
And in front of the unfinished painting
The painter would say:
'You have made me miserable,
What am I going to do without you.'