Spoken:
On the
23rd of august

In 1947
A peon and a bull
Killed each other

In the ring
And plunged
An entire nation

Into deep mourning

The bull's name

Was buddy

And he was

Of the dreaded
Milos strain
The man's name

Was carlos
And he was
Considered to be

The bravest
And most
Skillful matadors

Of those times

Ole

For the
Brave matador
Ole

For his
Scarlet muleta
Ole

For his
"el naturale"
Ole

For the matador
He must face
De bull


Spoken:
Y huela

Carlos
What do
They want?

I know
Very well
What they want

And one
Of these
Afternoons

I may give it
To them


And keep
Them happy


Ole
For the man
With the sword

Let's boo
The fat picador
A tear

For the death
Destined miura
Ole

For the matador
He must fight
De bull


His suit of light
He wears to fight

It's not too tight
It fits just right
He prays tonight

For he must fight
He must fight
De bull

Spoken:

Chimo
I want
The dress cape
With the roses
They always

Brings luck
I don't see
Any reason
Why we should
Not start

This affair

Ole
For the bull
Bread to kill

Ole
For the man
Who must
Meet him
Ole
For brave matador

Ole
For the matador
He must kill

Spoken:
He died?
He died?

And they did
Not give us
Anything?
Si, carlos
Every thing
Both ears
And the tail

The roses
They did
Not bring us
Luck today
How my mother
Will suffer


I
I can't
Feel nothing
In my left leg
I
I can't
Feel nothing

In my right leg
Are
Are my eyes open?
I cannot see
And he fell
Back dead
(thud)


De bull
De bull

Spoken:
They kept
Demanding
More and more
Of him
And more
Was his life
So he gave it
To them