Huapango Torero

While the heifers, oh!
In the bullring,
Unique and nothing else,
Nothing else for the bullfighters,
Outside the ring,
Made of stone for sure,
A boy sits crying,
A boy sits crying in silence,
With his little cape, he wipes away
His tears of a bullfighter,
With his little cape, he wipes away
His tears of a bullfighter.

The night fell in silence,
The moon hangs, hangs, far away,
The stars start to align
In the sky
And heading towards the pens,
The boy is seen determined,
He wants to fight a bull,
He puts his life at stake.

Silence…,
The foremen are sleeping, oh!
Oh, the bulls…,
The bulls, in the pens,
Are restless,
A cape in the night,
In the moonlight… wants to fight
And in silence… silence.
Come on bull, come on.

Suddenly the beautiful night,
Has seen something and is crying,
Doves, white doves,
Coming from the sky, descending,
Lies, they are handkerchiefs,
White handkerchiefs, full of tears,
Falling like white frost,
Upon the boy, who has agonized.

Oh, bull, killer bull,
I hope the devil takes you.
Oh, bull, killer bull,
I hope the devil takes you.

Silence…,
The foremen “gentlemen” are already crying.