Gold, silver, shadow and sun,
the crown and the acclaim.
Three monteras(2), three capes
in the arena!
and a trumpet which breaks the wind
announcing a black bull
which is frightening to see.
Chicuelinas(3) for real,
three un paralleled veronicas(4)
and on the horse, with gentility,
fights the picador.
... And the singing music
when the bull and the muleta(5)
go on as one.
Long live the pasodoble
which makes the tragedy merry;
Long live Spain!
Limitless bravery,
courage and temperance
during this old festivity.
Long live the pasodoble;
a melody of colours,
the grace of this land.
... It remains in the memory
when in the arena
the corrida has already finished.
Gold, silver, shadow and sun,
the crown and the acclaim.
Three monteras(2), three capes
in the arena!
and a trumpet which breaks the wind
announcing a black bull
which is frightening to see.
Chicuelinas(3) for real,
three un paralleled veronicas(4)
and on the horse, with gentility,
fights the picador.
... And the singing music
when the bull and the muleta(5)
go on as one.
Long live the pasodoble
which makes the tragedy merry;
Long live Spain!
Limitless bravery,
courage and temperance
during this old festivity.
Long live the pasodoble;
a melody of colours,
the grace of this land.
... It remains in the memory
when in the arena
the corrida has already finished.