Romance de Valentia

He was very little on the road
So little that it was nothing,
For not having he didn't have
A mother who loved him.
He was a sad enthusiast,
Looking for the opportunity
To leave in a closed space
In front of a bull his heart.
Courage romance
Written with white moonlight
And grace of Andalusia
In the fields of Salamanca.

Charge, beautiful bull,
Charge, for dear...
I don't care about dying,
Since no one would cry for me.
Here there is no bullring, no man,
No suit of tobacco and gold.
Here there is no bullring, no man
Who is in front of a bull.
Don't hesitate to kill me,
I grant you even forgiveness...
And since I have no mother,
May La Macarena protect me
If you hang me from a horn.

Every night he jumped
Fearlessly over the fence
And played heads or tails
With the entire road for the bull.
Maybe it was a reddish one
The bull that charged him
And biting his side
Left him wounded.
Courage romance
Dyed with white moonlight
And blood of Andalusia
In the fields of Salamanca.

Goodbye, Seville bullring,
I will never see you again,
To step on your yellow sand,
Although I dreamed so much about it,
Goodbye, cape of silk,
You were my companion,
To die in this fight
Is the thing of a good bullfighter.
Already dressed in wires
The enthusiast won't see me
And since I have no mother,
May La Macarena protect me
And give me her blessing.

And there he was among the beasts,
No one saw him fall,
Did no one even pray?
Not even a Our Father for him...
For him, no mountain woman
Dressed in mourning was crying...
For him, no bell
Tolled at daybreak.
But instead among his ashes
And among candles, smiling,
In San Gil, La Macarena,
Oh, how she cried in sorrow
For the death of the boy