Dalla Parte Del Toro

I'm the bull of great size, but I lack the words
Like a yeti, you believe me abominable because you see me precipitous
But it's just the nature with which they paint me in fables
By nature, I'm reasonable even though weak in culture

The bullfighter who knows, acts authoritatively, treats me like an honorable
Wants to impose his rules on me, for fame, he would even kill his offspring
Thinks of himself as Hercules of the bullfight, well, drop the sword and face me
Matador, fate is fickle, but this time it's me who beats you, olé

Matador, you pick on me, but this time it's me who picks on you
There's no way out, it's over, buddy, you have to lose
Unsheath the sword because it's your blood in the dust
Hear the cheering crowd, many are on the bull's side, olé

On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé

I'm the Bull, but you're the one
Sitting down, fallen by a Sioux, Manitou
everything has happened, I was under fire and I unleashed like De Niro's bull
mocked by your wit, I breathe disdain, now with the cape, make yourself wood
Since I'm a sign of the earth, I leave you on the ground with a mark:

Don't touch the bull, when it's black, you pay the price! Too many bulls swallow the crumbs
of attackers with pots, life is reprehensible as it brings joy to the guilty
and I wanted it enchanting, like rain falling from the clouds
you turn like a sunflower, now it's me who beats you, olé

Matador, you pick on me, but this time it's me who picks on you
There's no way out, it's over, buddy, you have to lose
Unsheath the sword because it's your blood in the dust
Hear the cheering crowd, many are on the bull's side, olé

On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé

This is the comeback of the horned one, I pierced you with my pointed head and you ask for help?
Better stay silent, now that you've gone from the arena to the cemetery in less than a sneeze
You ventured into my labyrinth and I defeated you, Ariadne broke the thread, Theseus you're extinct
Now there are too many bulls outside the enclosure with heads adorned like Moreno and Hillary Clinton

What a fright! The herd is not tamed and jostles in the crowded alleys of Pamplona
Some pray relying on an icon, you're safer in a whale like Jonah
In the area, the guerrilla warfare starts against those who humiliate me with the pike and banderilla
And without reins, I'm aiming at you, Havana cigar and a little shirt on point

Matador, you pick on me, but this time it's me who picks on you
There's no way out, it's over, buddy, you have to lose
Unsheath the sword because it's your blood in the dust
Hear the cheering crowd, many are on the bull's side, olé

On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé
On the bull's side, olé!