El Toro Enamorado de La Luna

The Moon is combing her hair
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is watching her
I hide among the rockrose

When the joyous morning comes
And the Moon escapes from the river
The little bull goes into the water
Attacking her when she sees that she is gone

And that bull in love with the Moon
That leaves the manna at night
It is painted poppy and olive
And the mayor gave him a bell ringer
The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and lights bathe it in silver
And the little bull that is brave and of brave breed
Colored fans look like their legs

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The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and lights bathe it in silver
And the little bull that is brave and of brave breed
Colored fans look like their legs

The Moon rises tonight
With black bata de cola
And the bull is looking at her
Between the rockrose and the shadow

And in the face of the river water
Where the lunar Moon sleeps
The jealous little bull lost
He watches her like a sentinel
and that bull