Ay, Curro, Curro Romero [English translation]

With the tower, with the tower, the Tower of Gold

is the Giralda talking.

And the waters, and the water of the Betis

are standing under the bridge, under the bridge

paying attention.

I've seen it with my eyes,

that I looked over the plaza

and of joy, my bells,

I rang this afternoon.

Oh, Curro, Curro Romero

mystery and wisdom,

your bullfighter cape,

flies around, flies around by bulerias.

Pass bull, bull, bull,

and when the bull passes,

Seville repeats in chorus,

Ole, my Curro and olé!

Incredible veronicas

over the yellow pipeclay,

and the overwhelming plaza:

¡Curro! , ¡Curro!, ¡Curro!

Oh, Curro, Curro Romero!,

Oh, Curro, Curro Romero!

They said, they said he was over,

that the pharaoh has broke the jar or art.

And at the fair, at the April fair he came.

and Curro made, and Curro made

the revolution.

He went out by the big door,

which in Seville is already going out,

and the ones to the others

were singing just because: