Novillero
Un domingo en la tarde se tiró al ruedo
para calmar sus ansias de novillero.
Torero, valiente despliega el capote sin miedo
sin miedo a la muerte.
La Virgen te cuida, te cubre su manto
que es santo mantón de Manila.
Muchacho te arrimas lo mismo en un quite gallardo
que en las banderillas.
Torero, quién sabe si el precio del triunfo,
lo paguen tu vida y tu sangre.
Muchacho te arrimas lo mismo en un quite gallardo
que en las banderillas.
Torero, quién sabe si el precio del triunfo,
lo paguen tu vida y tu sangre.
Bullfighter
One Sunday afternoon he entered the arena
To calm his novice bullfighter cravings.
Bullfighter, brave, unfolds the cape without fear
Without fear of death.
The Virgin watches over you, covering you with her mantle
Which is a holy Manila shawl.
Young man, you approach just the same in a gallant move
As in placing the banderillas.
Bullfighter, who knows if the price of triumph,
Will be paid with your life and your blood.
Young man, you approach just the same in a gallant move
As in placing the banderillas.
Bullfighter, who knows if the price of triumph,
Will be paid with your life and your blood.