Romance De Valentía

It was very little in life
So little, that nothing was
For not having, he didn't have
A mother who loved him
He was a sad enthusiast
Looking for the opportunity
To lock away
His heart in front of a bull
Courageous romance
Written with a white moon
And grace from Andalusia
In the fields of Salamanca
Charge, beautiful bull
Charge, for charity
I don't give a damn about dying
Since no one would cry for me
Here there's no bullring, no man
No suit, tobacco, or gold
Here there's a boy, very manly
Who's in front of a bull
Don't hesitate to kill me
I grant you even forgiveness
And since I don't have a mother
May La Macarena protect me
If you hang me from a horn
Every night he would jump
Fearlessly, over the fence
And he would gamble
His whole life on the bull
Perhaps it was a reddish one
The bull that charged him
And biting his side
Left him badly wounded
Goodbye, Seville's bullring
You'll never see me again
Treading your yellow sand
With how much I dreamed of it!
Goodbye, silk cape
You were my companion
To die in this fight
Is the mark of a good bullfighter
Now, dressed in finery
The fans won't see me
And since I don't have a mother
May La Macarena protect me
And give me her blessing
And there he stood before the beast
No one saw him fall
No one even prayed
Not even a Hail Mary for him
No mountain girl
Wept dressed in mourning for him
No bell
Tolled as the day dawned
But, instead, among lilies
And prickly candles
In San Gil, La Macarena
Was indeed crying in sorrow
For the death of the fighter