Romance de Valentía [English translation]

He was so little in life, so little, he was nothing

for not having she didn't have neither a mother who loved him.

He was a sad amateur who looked for the chance

of leaving the heart in a pen before a bull.

Romance of Bravery, written with white moon

and Andalusian grace in Salamanca fields.

Charge, beautiful bull, charge, for the love of God...

I don't give a damn about dying, because nobody would cry for me.

Here there's no plaza, nor name, nor tobacco and gold suit,

Here is a very mannish boy in front of a bull.

Don't notice in killng me, I even forgive you

And as I don't have a mother,

may the Macarena 1 protect me if you hang me by the tip.

Every night he jumped fearless the barriers

and he bet his whole life in front of the bull.

Maybe it was red the bull that charged against him

and biting his side he left him wounded.

Romance of Bravery, dyed with white moon

and Andalusian blood in Salamanca fields.

Goodbye, Seville plaza, you'll never see me again

stepping on your yellow sand, with so much I dreamed of it.

Goodbye, silk cape, that you've been my partner,

dying in this fight is a good bullfighter thing.

Now dressed of austrian knots the public won't see me,

And as I don't have a mother,

may the Macarena protect me and give me her blessing.

There he remained before the beast, nobody saw him fall,

nobody prayed, even an Our Father for him

For him no serrana cried dressed in dull

For him no bell tolled at the sunrise

But instead among lillies and curled sails,

at San Gil, the Macarena

was really crying of pain for the death of the boy.

1. The Virgin of Macarena