There are people who sing high But I like singing low It's a thing that I do well And "low" begins with "L" "L" is the letter that I love the most "L
He was nobly born, had a Spanish bull's horn And not one scar on his hansom face He stood like a prince and he had ever since He had grandly walked into
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya There's nothing for me here at home Everything I'll need is with you out
I'm sitting in this place again - where used to sit many times. And the atmosphere is heavy when the pecadores arrive. All the people here around me stare
Intro She was just a child when she fall in love and he was everything that she'd been dreaming of she was proud to be the princess of a brave matador
Contigo yo era un joven novillero Que ingenuo se entregaba a tus caricias Mas de mirar al sol tendido al ruedo Torero quise ser de mi desdicha Tome la
De lunes a domingo voy desesperado Mi corazon prendido alli en el calendario Buscandote y buscando, como un mercenario Tu dime donde estas que yo no te
She was just a child when they fell in love And he was everything that she'd been dreaming of She was proud to be the princess of a brave matador Cause
Ole Pedro the bull was a killer King of the bullfighter ringer He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador And have matador stew for his dinner He
Sad little boy of the street Hands of a thief With the mind of a dreamer Dodging the puddles with feet Of a torero in an arena Sings an old andalucian
Tu pierto suonn?en coppa e guirnalette E mammete minacce, E patete s?arrage Te fanno gire al capa sti fumette Guardandot?en to scpecche pu fare o
Ho Torero!... cu' sti basette a' sudamericano, cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!.. Torero!... Torero!... Ole'!... Tu pierde 'o suonno '
(NISA-CAROSONE) Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp''e giurnalette, e mammeta minaccia, e pateto s'arraggia... Te fanno gira 'a capa sti fumette, guardannote
Tu gis les yeux perdus Livide et pitoyable Le corps a demi nu Recouvert d'un drap blanc Ton habit de lumiere Est jete lamentable Avili de poussiere Et
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De Lunes a Domingo, voy deseperado Mi corazon prendido, alli en el calendario Buscandote y buscando, como un mercenario Tu dime donde, estas que yo
Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp''e giurnalette e mamme te minaccia e patete s'arrangia. Te fanno gira' a' capa sti ''fumette,'' guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
