Lo Llaman El Matador
Cacho Castaña
They Call Him The Bullfighter
They call him the bullfighter...
They call him the bullfighter...
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He's a poet and a singer
Women say he's a madman
But when he talks to them about love
They quickly say he's a great man
He always wears a black suit
Just like the night of his long hair
And the color of his gaze
Has the mysteries of dawn
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He has a thousand lovers
Of so many he has, he never has anything
And for going from woman to woman
He lost his own one morning
He always goes out at night,
When he's not walking, he's in his black car
And by his side he always carries
His old guitar and a new friend.
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
They call him, they call him, they call him...
They call him, they call him, they call him...
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
He's a poet and a singer
Women say he's a madman
But when he talks to them about love
They quickly say he's a great man
He always wears a black suit
Just like the night of his long hair
And the color of his gaze
Has the mysteries of dawn
They call him the bullfighter
He's got a reputation as a gentleman
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
And on nights with a full moon
He cries in sorrow for a love.
