Spoken:
On the
23rd of August
In 1947
A peon and a bull
Killed each other
In the ring
And plunged
An entire nation
Into deep mourning
The bull's name
Was Buddy
And he was
Of the dreaded
Milos strain
The man's name
Was Carlos
And he was
Considered to be
The bravest
And most
Skillful matadors
Of those times
Ole
For the
Brave matador
Ole
For his
Scarlet muleta
Ole
For his
"El naturale"
Ole
For the matador
He must face
De bull
Spoken:
Y huela
Carlos
What do
They want?
I know
Very well
What they want
And one
Of these
Afternoons
I may give it
To them
And keep
Them happy
Ole
For the man
With the sword
Let's boo
The fat Picador
A tear
For the death
Destined Miura
Ole
For the matador
He must fight
De bull
His suit of light
He wears to fight
It's not too tight
It fits just right
He prays tonight
For he must fight
He must fight
De bull
Spoken:
Chimo
I want
The dress cape
With the roses
They always
Brings luck
I don't see
Any reason
Why we should
Not start
This affair
Ole
For the bull
Bread to kill
Ole
For the man
Who must
Meet him
Ole
For brave matador
Ole
For the matador
He must kill
Spoken:
He died?
He died?
And they did
Not give us
Anything?
Si, Carlos
Every thing
Both ears
And the tail
The roses
They did
Not bring us
Luck today
How my mother
Will suffer
I
I can't
Feel nothing
In my left leg
I
I can't
Feel nothing
In my right leg
Are
Are my eyes open?
I cannot see
And he fell
Back dead
(Thud)
De bull
De bull
Spoken:
They kept
Demanding
More and more
Of him
And more
Was his life
So he gave it
To them
