La Corrida
Francis Cabrel
The Bullfight
Since the time I've been waiting
In this dark room
I hear people having fun and singing
At the end of the hallway;
Someone has touched the lock
And I plunged into the daylight
I saw the fanfares, the barriers
And the people around
In the first moments I thought
That I just had to defend myself
But this place is a dead end
I'm starting to understand
They closed the door behind me
They were afraid I'd step back
I'll eventually get it
This ridiculous dancer...
Is this world serious?
Andalusia, I remember
The meadows lined with cacti
I won't tremble before
This puppet, this nobody!
I'll catch him, him and his hat
Make them spin like a sun
Tonight the bullfighter's wife
Will sleep soundly
Is this world serious?
I've chased ghosts
Almost touched their ballet shoes
They hit hard on my neck
So I bow down
Where do these acrobats come from
With their paper costumes?
I never learned to fight
Against dolls
Feeling the sand under my head
It's crazy how good it can feel
I prayed for it all to stop
Andalusia, I remember
I hear them laughing as I groan
I see them dancing as I succumb
I never thought one could have so much
Fun around a grave
Is this world serious?
Is this world serious?...
Yes, yes man, man
Dance, dance
We must dance again
And we'll kill others
Other lives, other bulls
And we'll kill others
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, dance...