Toríto Bravo
Torito, torito bravo
Capitán de la manada
Torito de piedras negras
El de la frente rizada
El que afila sus puñales
En los pilones del agua
El que, al oír mis silbidos
Si está echado, se levanta
Y viene rascando el viento
Echándoselo a la espalda
Levantando los jilgueros
Que entre los romeros cantan
Sílbale caporal
Sílbale, sílbale
Que está buscando pelea
Con el torito de ayer
Tírale al pitón derecho
Con la onda, caporal
Si el colorado se empina
Me lo va perjudicar
Torito, torito bravo
Capitán de la manada
Torito de piedras negras
El de la frente rizada
Ya viene el torito bravo
No te asustes, mi serrana
Pon en tu mano morena
Un terrón de azúcar blanca
Es negro como tus ojos
Tiene un lucero en la cara
Verás cómo te acaricia
Y qué noble es su mirada
Sílbale caporal
Brave Little Bull
Little bull, brave little bull
Captain of the herd
Little bull from Piedras Negras
The one with the curly forehead
The one who sharpens his knives
In the water troughs
The one who, upon hearing my whistles
If he's lying down, he gets up
And comes scratching the wind
Throwing it on his back
Raising the goldfinches
That sing among the rosemary
Whistle at him, foreman
Whistle at him, whistle at him
He's looking for a fight
With yesterday's little bull
Aim for the right horn
With the sling, foreman
If the chestnut one rears up
It will harm me
Little bull, brave little bull
Captain of the herd
Little bull from Piedras Negras
The one with the curly forehead
Here comes the brave little bull
Don't be scared, my mountain girl
Put in your dark hand
A lump of white sugar
He's black like your eyes
He has a star on his face
You'll see how he caresses you
And how noble his gaze is
Whistle at him, foreman