Matacuervos [English translation]

Landscape of a wild countryside

All is silence and grandiosity

Only the whisper of the birds

Breaks the murmur of the loneliness.

The clouds come casting shadows on

Matacuervos1 who has healed

A big bull that was reprieved

Who had never, ever asked them for life

Matacuervos, Matacuervos

Something made you that way

Y y y

I saw you thrust your horns into

playful crows when you were like that

Matacuervos, Matacuervos,

The arena saw you cry

Ah ah ah

When you were fierce and refused

And didn't want to leave the bullring

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The moon in the wild countryside

As it illuminates, it is praying.

In veronicas2of gold and silk

Matacuervos is dreaming.

The fog is descending

With Matacuervos it wants to play

That's how they played once

When he was a calf

A calf beyond compare

Matacuervos, Matacuervos

Something made you that way

Y y y

I've seen you thrust your horns

Into playful crows when you were like that

Matacuervos, Matacuervos,

The arena saw you cry

Ah ah ah

When you were fierce and refused

And you didn't want to leave the bullring

Matacuervos, Matacuervos...

1. lit. killer of crows2. Verónicas--A bullfighting pass where the matador lets his cloak trail over the bull's head.

• Artist:María Dolores Pradera