El Toro y La Luna

The Moon was combing her hair
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is looking at her
He hid among the rockrose

When the joyful morning comes
And the Moon escapes from the river
The little bull gets into the water
Ramming her when he sees that she has left

And that bull in love with the Moon
That abandons the manna at night
It is painted with poppy and olive
And the foreman appointed him a bell ringer
The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and celestial bodies bathe it in silver
And the little bull that is brave and of brave caste
Colorful fans look like their legs

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The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and celestial bodies bathe it in silver
And the little bull that is brave and of brave caste
Colorful fans look like their legs

The moon rises tonight
With a black tailcoat
And the bull is looking at her
Between the rockrose and the shadow

And on the face of the river water
Where the moon sleeps
The brave bull
He watches over her like a sentinel

And that bull in love with the Moon
That abandons the manna at night
And it is painted with poppy and olive
And the foreman appointed him a bell ringer

The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and celestial bodies bathe it in silver
And the little bull that is brave and of brave caste
Colorful fans look like their legs

Colorful fans look like their legs