El Matador
Onda Sabanera (Claudio El Sabanero)
The Matador
Ma ta dor!
Savannah wave, cumbiaa!
The worker walks along the path with strength
Because he feels like a matador cultivating the mother earth
He thinks he can do everything, he can do everything because of his great strength
He looks towards the fields to fight all the land!
To the sound of the drum, the matador!
He cultivates and harvests, the matador!
He fights in this life, the matador!
With his savannah dance, the matador!
To the sound of the drum, the matador!
He cultivates and harvests, the matador!
He fights in this life, the matador!
With his savannah dance, the matador!
(And this is for the friend matador, for you Ruben)
Cumbia, Colombian cumbia
The matador walks along the paths with his family
With his hat tilted to the side, boasting of his greatness
Colombian father's blood, prodigal son of this land
Guacharaca and timbales sound that will play in every task
To the sound of the drum, the matador!
He cultivates and harvests, the matador!
He fights in this life, the matador!
With his savannah dance, the matador!
To the sound of the drum, the matador!
He cultivates and harvests, the matador!
He fights in this life, the matador!
With his savannah dance, the matador!
Cumbia cumbia! Enjoy it, my life
