La Luna Y El Toro
Llos Centellos
The Moon and the Bull
The moon is combing itself
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is watching her
He hid among the rockrose
When the joyful morning arrives
And the moon escapes from the river
The little bull enters the water
Charging when he sees she's gone
That bull in love with the moon
Who leaves at night for the morning
Is painted with poppy and olive
And the foreman put a bell on him
The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars from the skies bathe him in silver
And the little bull, wild and of brave lineage
His legs look like colorful fans
The moon comes tonight
Wearing a long gown
And the bull is waiting for her
Among the rockrose and the shadow
On the face of the river water
The moon, shining, sleeps
The jealous little bull lost
Watches over her like a sentinel
