Viva El Pasodoble
Rocío Jurado
Long Live the Pasodoble
Gold, silver, shade and sun
The crowd and the clamor
Three monteras, three capes
In the bullring
And a clarion breaking the wind
Announcing a black bull
That is scary to see
True chicuelinas
Three verónicas like no other
And on horseback, with nobility
The picador fights
And the music that plays
When the bull and the muleta
Move to the same rhythm
Long live the pasodoble
That makes the tragedy joyful
Long live the Spanish
The bravery without measure
The courage and the composure
Of this old festival
Long live the pasodoble
Melody of colors
Grace of this land
It remains in memory
When already in the ring
The bullfight ended
