El Tercio de Los Sueños

You had the most horrible dress in the whole stand
I tried to get your attention in some timely manner
But you only had eyes for the young bullfighter
The third of dreams had already ended for me

Don't tell me it's too early
It's seven in the evening here in Spain
It's no wonder you're like that
And you laugh at me again
Don't have mercy on me
Because I'm real and it can hurt me

Sometimes I come to watch the bulls very calmly
I sit in the stand and I don't lack a Farías between my teeth
But that afternoon was different from any other San Isidro
The third of dreams had ended for me

You don't realize
Your innocent look doesn't deceive me
It's no wonder you're like that
And you stay with me again
If you say yes today
I'll go down to the ring for you to kill the beast

Sometimes I feel like I'm getting old very quickly
Since I hung my wild years on a nail on your forehead
Why was that afternoon different from any other San Isidro?
The third of dreams has an owner, it's usually like that

There's a man who remembers
And although memory bites and doesn't deceive him
He fell into the spider's web and the mantis already ate him
She had no mercy and after playing, she had him for breakfast