Huapango Torero

While the young cows
Are in the bullring
Only and nothing else
Nothing else for the bullfighters
Outside the ring
Made of stones, by the way
A boy sits crying
A boy sits crying in silence
With his little cape
He wipes away
His tears like a bullfighter
With his little cape
He wipes away
His tears like a bullfighter

The night falls in silence
The full moon shines far away
The stars start to settle
In the sky

And heading towards the pens
You see the boy
Walking confidently
He wants to fight a bull
He puts his life at stake

Silence in the barracks
The bulls are sleeping
The bulls, the bulls
In the pens they are restless
A cape in the night
Under the moonlight I want to fight
Silence

Suddenly, the beautiful night
Has seen something and is crying
Doves, white doves
Coming from the sky, descending
Lies if they are handkerchiefs
White handkerchiefs full of tears
Falling like white frost
Upon the boy who is dying
Bull, killer bull
I hope the devil takes you
Bull, killer bull
I hope the devil takes you

Silence in the barracks
They are crying