Madrina

You roamed through my estate
and one day you spoke to me, reaching my height:
-Your good heart, countess,
will make me a figure in the bull.
And I ordered my foremen,
moved by your voice:
-Separate two heifers for him,
I will be his godmother.
You appeared on the posters,
in a moment...
the shine of your trinkets,
are my torment.

Godmother,
outside a rose garden,
inside a thorn bush.
Godmother,
my sorrow is painful
but no one guesses it.
You don't know my bitterness, because your madness
is only the bull
and alone I drink the tears, so much and so much
how I adore you.
Godmother...
Godmother, without a star
Godmother, without an I love you...
people can't imagine,
-that the man of my heart-,
calls me only: godmother.

Because of a smile,
that you gave to some eyes in the stands:
a bull from my herd,
stained your bullfighter image with poppies.
If he survives, my Father,
in silence I will continue;
I entrust them to your hands,
for you are the one with great power!
Again through the sands
you dress in lights;
and I cry my river of sorrow
among crosses.

Godmother,
outside a rose garden,
inside a thorn bush.
Godmother,
my sorrow is painful
but no one guesses it.
You don't know my bitterness, because your madness
is only the bull
and alone I drink the tears, so much and so much
how I adore you.
Godmother...
Godmother, without a star
Godmother, without an I love you...
people can't imagine,
-that the man of my heart-,
calls me only: godmother