Lo Llaman El Matador
Lo llaman el matador...
Lo llaman el matador...
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Es poeta y es cantante
Las mujeres dicen que es un delirante
Pero cuando les habla de amor
Enseguida dicen que es un gran señor
Lleva siempre traje negro
Igual que la noche de su largo pelo
Y el color de su mirada
Tiene los misterios de la madrugada
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Tiene mil enamoradas
De tantas que tiene, nunca tiene nada
Y por andar de mujer en mujer
Se le fué la suya un amanecer
Sale siempre por las noches,
Cuando no camina va en su negro coche
Y a su lado siempre lleva
Su vieja guitarra y una amiga nueva.
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Lo llaman, lo llaman, lo llaman...
Lo llaman, lo llaman, lo llaman...
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Es poeta y es cantante
Las mujeres dicen que es un delirante
Pero cuando les habla de amor
Enseguida dicen que es un gran señor
Lleva siempre traje negro
Igual que la noche de su largo pelo
Y el color de su mirada
Tiene los misterios de la madrugada
Lo llaman el matador
Tiene fama de señor
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
Y en noches de luna llena
Llora de pena por un amor.
They Call Him The Bullfighter
They call him the bullfighter...
They call him the bullfighter...
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He's a poet and a singer
Women say he's a madman
But when he talks to them about love
They quickly say he's a great man
He always wears a black suit
Just like the night of his long hair
And the color of his gaze
Has the mysteries of dawn
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He has a thousand lovers
Of so many he has, he never has anything
And for going from woman to woman
He lost his own one morning
He always goes out at night,
When he's not walking, he's in his black car
And by his side he always carries
His old guitar and a new friend.
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
They call him, they call him, they call him...
They call him, they call him, they call him...
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He's a poet and a singer
Women say he's a madman
But when he talks to them about love
They quickly say he's a great man
He always wears a black suit
Just like the night of his long hair
And the color of his gaze
Has the mysteries of dawn
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.