El Toro Y La Luna
Joselito
The Bull and the Moon
The Moon is combing
In the river's mirrors
And a bull is watching her
Hidden among the rockrose
When the joyful morning arrives
And the Moon escapes from the river
The little bull goes into the water
Charging when he sees she's gone
That bull in love with the Moon
Who leaves the herd at night
Is painted with poppy and olive
And the herdsman named him bell-ringer
The pilgrims of the mountains
Kiss his forehead
The stars of the skies
Bathe him in silver
And the little bull, wild
And of brave lineage
His legs look like
Colorful fans
That bull in love with the Moon
Who leaves the herd at night
Is painted with poppy and olive
And the herdsman named him bell-ringer
The pilgrims of the mountains
Kiss his forehead
The stars of the skies
Bathe him in silver
And the little bull, wild
And of brave lineage
His legs look like
Colorful fans
That Moon flirts
With the bull
