El Matador
Tukkanuotta
The Matador
Taking the milkman to the capital city into the whirlpools
The matador
That's a tough sport, the judgment of the nightly arenas when one drinks
The foam dries at the corners of the mouth
The heat of Colombia rages in the veins
Now there's money, stimulant strength
The city night takes the man with it
Sleep won't come, it's so nice
Dosage in order, conscience cleared
Guilt is gone, damn I'm a star
The foam dries at the corners of the mouth
The heat of Colombia rages in the veins
Now there's money, stimulant strength
The matador
