La Luna y el Toro

The moon is fixing her hair
In the river's mirrors
And a bull is watching her
Hiding in the brush
When the cheerful morning arrives
And the moon slips away from the river
The little bull jumps into the water
Charging when he sees she's gone

That bull in love with the moon
Who leaves at night for the meadow
He's painted like poppies and olives
And the foreman gave him a bell
The pilgrims of the mountains
Kiss his forehead
The stars in the sky
Shower him with silver
And the little bull, who's fierce
And of noble breed

Colorful fans
Look like his legs
The moon is coming tonight
In a flowing gown
And the bull is waiting for her
Among the brush and the shade
In the water's reflection of the river
Where the moon sleeps, oh moonlight
The little bull, jealous and lost
Watches over her like a sentinel
Chorus
Colorful fans
Look like his legs