Papa Jo Vull Ser Torero
Papa jo vull ser torero
Papa jo vull matar toros
Papa jo vull saltar ruedos
Ai papa jo vull ser torero
I el pare es desesperava
Ell que era tan honorable
Potestat de la sardana
De les lletres catalanes
La veritat no comprenia
Quin cony de fill que tenia
Si tenia tot el que volia
Tenia amor tenia família
De calés no li faltaven
Ni cultura ni ensenyança
De la pulcra i refinada
Existència catalana
Papa jo vull ser torero
Papa jo vull matar toros
Papa jo vull saltar ruedos
Ai papa jo vull ser torero
I el pare des de les grades
Com patia i com plorava
Que és que el toro empitonava
Al seu fill i el revolcava
Que és que el toro va arrancar-li
Els collons d'una cornada
L'hemorràgia era imparable
Una mort inevitable
Va morir a la infermeria
De la plaça a mitja tarda
El seu fill moria torero
Ple de gloria i ple de fama
Ple de clavells a la tomba
Banderilles i estampetas
I als balcons geranis negres
Ai papa el teu fill ha mort torero
Ai ai ai
Daddy I Want to Be a Bullfighter
Daddy I want to be a bullfighter
Daddy I want to kill bulls
Daddy I want to jump rings
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighter
And the father was desperate
He, who was so honorable
Authority of the sardana
Of Catalan literature
The truth he didn't understand
What the hell of a son he had
If he had everything he wanted
He had love, he had family
He didn't lack money
Nor culture nor education
Of the neat and refined
Catalan existence
Daddy I want to be a bullfighter
Daddy I want to kill bulls
Daddy I want to jump rings
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighter
And the father from the stands
How he suffered and how he cried
Because the bull was goring
His son and tossing him around
Because the bull tore off
His balls with a horn
The bleeding was unstoppable
An inevitable death
He died in the infirmary
Of the arena in the afternoon
His son died a bullfighter
Full of glory and full of fame
Full of carnations on the tomb
Bandarillas and capes
And on the balconies black geraniums
Oh daddy your son died a bullfighter
Oh oh oh