Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé, olé!
Party atmosphere in Madrid.
At la plaza de toros,
the crowd is shouting for you.
There, in the arena,
you are not alone with the bull, though;
there is death, dancing with you.
It must be waiting, calmly,
while smiling.
It doesn't care which one is gonna win;
one life will have to follow it
towards darkness.
Appointment in Madrid
with the everyday enemy,
which is looking for you, angrily.
Appointment in Madrid
with the same fear,
which comes back to you, every time.
Death will be waiting for
the momento de la verdad.
Whether the sword or the fury will win,
it doesn't matter which one it will kill;
just one life it will want,
without mercy!
Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé, olé!
Death will be waiting for
the momento de la verdad.
Whether the sword or the fury will win,
it doesn't matter which one it will kill;
just one life it will want,
without mercy!
Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé!
Momento de la
verdad!