Francisco Alegre
En los carteles han puesto un nombre
Que no lo quiero mirá:
Francisco alegre, y ole!
Francisco alegre, y olá!
La gente dise: vivan los hombres,
Cuando lo ven toreá
Yo estoy resando por e
Con la boquita serrá.
Desde la arena
Me dise: niña morena,
Por que me lloras
Carita de emperaora?
Dame tu risa, muje,
Que soy torero andalu
Y llevo ar cuello la cru de Jesú
Que me diste tu…
Francisco alegre, corasón mío,
Tiende su capa sobre la arena del redonde;
Francisco alegre tiene un vestío
Con un te quiero que entre suspiros yo le
Borde.
Torito bravo, no me lo mires de esa
Manera,
Deja que adorne tus rizos negros con su
Montera.
Torito noble, ten compasión,
Que entre bordaos,
Lleva enserrao,
Francisco alegre, y ole!
Mi corazón.
En mi ventana tengo un letrero
Pa\' que lo venga a mirá
Francisco alegre y ole!
Francisco alegre y olá!
En er que dise cuanto te quiero,
Pero que pena me dá…
Por curpa de otro queré
No nos podemos casá.
Desde la arena
Me dise: niña morena,
Quien te enamora,
Carita de emperaora?
Ya no te acuerdas, muje,
De este torero andalu
Que lleva al cuello la cru de Jesú
Que le diste tu.
Francisco alegre, corasón mío,
Tiende su capa sobre la arena del redonde;
Francisco alegre tiene un vestío
Con un te quiero que entre suspiros yo le
Borde.
Torito bravo, no me lo mires de esa
Manera,
Deja que adorne tus rizos negros con su
Montera.
Torito noble, ten compasión,
Que entre bordaos,
Lleva enserrao,
Francisco alegre, y ole!
Mi corazón
Happy Francisco
On the posters they have put a name
That I don't want to look at:
Happy Francisco, and olé!
Happy Francisco, and olá!
The people say: long live the men,
When they see him bullfight
I am praying for him
With my mouth shut.
From the arena
He tells me: dark girl,
Why do you cry
Empress face?
Give me your laughter, woman,
I am an Andalusian bullfighter
And I wear around my neck the cross of Jesus
That you gave me...
Happy Francisco, my heart,
Spreads his cape on the sand of the ring;
Happy Francisco has a suit
With an I love you that I embroider
Among sighs.
Brave little bull, don't look at me
That way,
Let him adorn your black curls with his
Montera.
Noble little bull, have compassion,
That among embroideries,
He carries locked up,
Happy Francisco, and olé!
My heart.
In my window I have a sign
For him to come and see
Happy Francisco and olé!
Happy Francisco and olá!
In the one that says how much I love you,
But what a pity it gives me...
Because of another love
We cannot get married.
From the arena
He tells me: dark girl,
Who makes you fall in love,
Empress face?
Don't you remember, woman,
This Andalusian bullfighter
Who wears around his neck the cross of Jesus
That you gave him.
Happy Francisco, my heart,
Spreads his cape on the sand of the ring;
Happy Francisco has a suit
With an I love you that I embroider
Among sighs.
Brave little bull, don't look at me
That way,
Let him adorn your black curls with his
Montera.
Noble little bull, have compassion,
That among embroideries,
He carries locked up,
Happy Francisco, and olé!
My heart