Romance de Valentia
Era mu poco en la vía
Tan poco que nada era,
Por no tene no tenía
Ni mare que lo quisiera.
Era un triste afisionao,
Que buscaba la ocasión
De dejar en un cerrao
Frente a un toro el corazón.
Romance de valentía
Escrito con luna blanca
Y gracia de Andalucía
En campos de Salamanca.
Embiste, toro bonito,
Embiste, por caria…
Morir se me importa un pito,
Pues nadie me iba a llora.
Aquí no hay plaza, ni hombre,
Ni traje tabaco y oro.
Aquí no hay plaza, ni hombre
Que esta delante de un toro.
En matarme no repare,
Te concedo hasta el perdon…
Y como no tengo mare,
La macarena me ampare
Si me cuelgas de un pitón.
Todas las noches saltaba
Sin miedo la talanquera
Y a cara o cruz se jugaba
Al toro la vía entera.
Quiza fuera colorao
Er bure que lo embistió
Y mordiendo su costao
Malherio lo dejo.
Romance de valentía
Teñio con luna blanca
Y sangre de Andalucía
En campos de Salamanca.
Adiós, plaza de Sevilla,
Ya nunca me habrás de ve,
Pisar tu arena amarilla,
Con tanto que lo soñé,
Adiós,capote de sea,
Que fuiste mi compañero,
Morir en esta pelea
Es cosa de buen torero.
Ya vestío de alambres
No ha de verme la afision
Y como no tengo mare,
La macarena me ampare
Y me de su bendición.
Y allí quedo entre al fiera,
Ninguno la vio cae,
Nadie reso tan siquiera?
Ni un Padre Nuestro por el…
Por el ninguna serrana
Lloro de luto vestía…
Por el ninguna campana
Doblo amaneciendo el día.
Pero en cambio entre asusena
Y entre velas enrisa,
En San Gil, la macarena,
Ay, si que lloraba de pena
Por la muerte der chava
Courage Romance
He was very little on the road
So little that it was nothing,
For not having he didn't have
A mother who loved him.
He was a sad enthusiast,
Looking for the opportunity
To leave in a closed space
In front of a bull his heart.
Courage romance
Written with white moonlight
And grace of Andalusia
In the fields of Salamanca.
Charge, beautiful bull,
Charge, for dear...
I don't care about dying,
Since no one would cry for me.
Here there is no bullring, no man,
No suit of tobacco and gold.
Here there is no bullring, no man
Who is in front of a bull.
Don't hesitate to kill me,
I grant you even forgiveness...
And since I have no mother,
May La Macarena protect me
If you hang me from a horn.
Every night he jumped
Fearlessly over the fence
And played heads or tails
With the entire road for the bull.
Maybe it was a reddish one
The bull that charged him
And biting his side
Left him wounded.
Courage romance
Dyed with white moonlight
And blood of Andalusia
In the fields of Salamanca.
Goodbye, Seville bullring,
I will never see you again,
To step on your yellow sand,
Although I dreamed so much about it,
Goodbye, cape of silk,
You were my companion,
To die in this fight
Is the thing of a good bullfighter.
Already dressed in wires
The enthusiast won't see me
And since I have no mother,
May La Macarena protect me
And give me her blessing.
And there he was among the beasts,
No one saw him fall,
Did no one even pray?
Not even a Our Father for him...
For him, no mountain woman
Dressed in mourning was crying...
For him, no bell
Tolled at daybreak.
But instead among his ashes
And among candles, smiling,
In San Gil, La Macarena,
Oh, how she cried in sorrow
For the death of the boy