Le Toréador

You lie with lost eyes
Livid and pitiful
Half-naked body
Covered with a white sheet
Your suit of lights
Is thrown pitifully
Degraded by dust
And stained with blood

The race continues
While you give up the ghost
Too bad for the vanquished
He deserves his fate
And the name of the winner
That the crowd cheers
More than the pain
Pierces your body

You will no longer see
The exhilarating races
Under a scorching sun
Blinding you
You will no longer see
The charming girls
Standing on the stands
Cheering you like a god

You will no longer feel
This strange feeling
Made of a curious mix
Of fear and pride
When in the fiery arena
You walked with noble steps
While a paso doble
Marked your entrance

The beast was right
About your proud demeanor
It tarnished your name
It ruined your life
Your wonderful look
And your proud arrogance
Have fallen into the sawdust
And the reddened sand

Your nails are embedded
In the wood of your bed
And alone, abandoned
You see death approaching
This love girl
Who sticks to your mouth
To steal your days
By possessing your body

You will no longer see
The warm Andalusia
When the frozen earth
Will fall upon you
You will no longer see
Those wild dancers
Those flamenco singers
With pathetic voices

An idol is dying
Another takes its place
You have lost face
And settled your fate
Because glory is fickle
And when we think it's ours
It offers itself to another
And nothing remains