Que Un Toro Bravo En Su Muerte
Tienes que derramar más sangre
Que un torito bravo en su muerte.
No sé como tienes valor
Pa hablar de mi malamente.
Anda, vete fea,
El cuerpo te huele a lumia
Como el marinero a brea.
Allá abajito se ve una fuente
De cal y canto arena
Donde bebe mi serrana
Agua de la fuente nueva.
Yo a ti pondría
Un puente pa que pasaras
De tu casita a la mía.
Like a Brave Bull in Its Death
You have to shed more blood
Than a brave little bull in its death.
I don't know how you have the courage
To speak badly of me.
Come on, ugly, go away,
Your body smells like a witch
Like the sailor smells of pitch.
Down there you can see a fountain
Of lime and sandstone
Where my mountain girl drinks
Water from the new fountain.
I would put
A bridge for you to cross
From your little house to mine.