Tous les bœufs (Elle aimait un taureau)

At the foot of a great mountain
Where in Spain grazed
A large herd of oxen
And these oxen had as a companion
Arriving from Brittany
A cow with big eyes
It is said everywhere
That oxen have no taste
That doesn't make sense
Because these ones had plenty
It was a competition among these ruminants
Who was the most attentive
With an air full of innocence
They gazed at her in silence

All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen loved the cow
But the cow, ah! the cow!
She didn't love any of them
When the oxen, when the oxen
When the oxen, when the oxen
When the oxen of a pretty cow
Fall in love, fall in love
It's not very dangerous
She loved a bull
That she had seen in Bilbao
At the cattle market
Oh! that bull, how beautiful he was!
With his pretty crooked horns
He had a ring
A beautiful ring in his nostrils
A cute little snout
He was round, he was big
He was a strong handsome bull
And the cow dreamed, day and night, of the bull

But the cow, lacking experience
Said imprudently
That she loved a bull
One of the oxen said: That bull, my dear
Does all sorts of nasty things
He's not the male you need
Then he said: Confidentially
But he's a professional
He gets paid, moreover
Every time he grants his favors
And what's worse
Every day, worse and worse
He goes from cow to cow like that
But he doesn't attach himself to any

All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen, all the oxen
Spoke ill of the bull to the cow
And the cow, ah! the cow!
She had tears in her eyes
All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen wanted the cow
To detach herself, to detach herself
From that big vicious bull
They said of the bull:
He's the cause of all our troubles
Blaming everything on him
Attributing such things
That the cow cried like a calf!
But on Palm Sunday
She was taken back to Bilbao
To the cattle market
And her heart beat immediately
When she saw the handsome bull
Because, despite all that, the cow
Adored the bull

That day, what luck for her!
They were brought face to face
The bull was gallant
He said to her: But you are pretty
I could well spend my life
With you, my child
She replied: You're joking
You have a too dirty job
And besides, I've been told:
This bull, he has no heart
Then, the furious bull
Said, glaring:
It's the oxen, answer right away,
Who told you that? Yes, said the little one

All the oxen, all the oxen
All the oxen, all the oxen
Said the bull to the cow
If I get angry, if I get angry!
I'll make beef stew
But the oxen, but the oxen
But the oxen, but the oxen
All ran away like cowards
And the cow, ah! the cow!
Laughing, mocked them
Then, gently, the bull
Very wisely, said these words to her:
If I change jobs
I would be forced, you see, dear
To do another less fun
You understand, my treasure
For me, it would be the bullfighter
And the awful death
So, without hesitation
She made him keep his profession
And for years, the cow
Every year, has a calf