Francisco Alegre

On the posters they have put a name
That I don't want to look at:
Happy Francisco, and olé!
Happy Francisco, and olá!
The people say: long live the men,
When they see him bullfight
I am praying for him
With my mouth shut.
From the arena
He tells me: dark girl,
Why do you cry
Empress face?
Give me your laughter, woman,
I am an Andalusian bullfighter
And I wear around my neck the cross of Jesus
That you gave me...

Happy Francisco, my heart,
Spreads his cape on the sand of the ring;
Happy Francisco has a suit
With an I love you that I embroider
Among sighs.
Brave little bull, don't look at me
That way,
Let him adorn your black curls with his
Montera.
Noble little bull, have compassion,
That among embroideries,
He carries locked up,
Happy Francisco, and olé!
My heart.

In my window I have a sign
For him to come and see
Happy Francisco and olé!
Happy Francisco and olá!
In the one that says how much I love you,
But what a pity it gives me...
Because of another love
We cannot get married.
From the arena
He tells me: dark girl,
Who makes you fall in love,
Empress face?
Don't you remember, woman,
This Andalusian bullfighter
Who wears around his neck the cross of Jesus
That you gave him.

Happy Francisco, my heart,
Spreads his cape on the sand of the ring;
Happy Francisco has a suit
With an I love you that I embroider
Among sighs.
Brave little bull, don't look at me
That way,
Let him adorn your black curls with his
Montera.
Noble little bull, have compassion,
That among embroideries,
He carries locked up,
Happy Francisco, and olé!
My heart