Francisco Alegre

On the posters they have put a name that I don't want to look at
Happy Francisco, and hooray! Happy Francisco, and hooray!
The people say: long live the men when they see him bullfight
I am praying for him with my mouth shut.
From the arena, the dark-haired girl tells me
Why are you crying, little empress face?
Give me your laughter, woman, I am an Andalusian bullfighter
and I wear around my neck the cross of Jesus that you gave me...

Happy Francisco, my heart,
lays his cape on the sand of the bullring;
Happy Francisco, he has a suit
with an I love you among whispers that I embroidered for him.
Brave little bull, don't look at me like that
let him adorn your black curls with his montera.
Noble little bull, have compassion, for among embroideries he carries enclosed
Happy Francisco, and hooray! my heart.

In my window I have a sign for him to come and see
Happy Francisco, and hooray! Happy Francisco, and hooray!
in it he tells you how much I love you but what a pity it gives me
because of another love we cannot get married.
From the arena the dark-haired girl tells me
Who is it that enchants you, little empress face?
You don't remember anymore, woman, this Andalusian bullfighter
who wears around his neck the cross of Jesus that you gave him...
(CHORUS)