He came in a moonlight ray,
of a January moon;
he was a boy from Osuna
who wanted to be a bullfighter.
"Rancher from Salamanca,
I name you as godmother
that the money and the name,
if I ever get them,
I put the sky as witness
that I'll marry you"
An ole in the test
for his braveness
and a spirit in my veins
that used to say:
Rancher with green and gold ribbons
be careful,
don't let love suprise you like a bull
disobedient.
For your fortune and reputation
they keep devotion
and a carnation in your dress
would call the attention.
It is guessed in your eyes
the madness of an "I love you"
and you'll be like a holm oak,
rancher from Salamanca
with green and gold ribbons.
Now he's a bullfighter of fame,
money and reputation;
now his passion is a flame
that circles me night and day.
Three times he asked me
to take him as husband,
three times I said no!
And the cause is in Osuna,
olive skinned woman
that for me he forgot.
And in my nights
of deadly sorrows,
knives are the songs
of my foremen:
Rancher with green and gold ribbons
my owner,
how much I'd give to save you from that bull
of agony.
With your fortune and reputation
you have enough to think about
and even the dull in your dress
you must take off.
Because you can't see this way
that you buried an "I love you"
under the trunk of a holm oak,
rancher from Salamanca
with green and gold ribbons.