La luna y el toro

The moon is combing itself
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is watching her
hidden among the rockrose
When the joyful morning arrives,
And the moon escapes from the river
And the little bull goes into the water
charging to see who has left
And that bull in love with the moon,
who leaves the herd at night
and is painted with poppy and olive
and the foreman named him bell-ringer
The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead,
The stars and lighters bathe him in silver,
And the brave and noble little bull,
his legs look like a fan of colors.
The moon comes out tonight with a tail tie
the bull is watching her among the rockrose and shadows. On
the face of the river water where the moon sleeps
the brave little bull watches over her like a sentinel