Manguara — Los Toros song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Los Toros" by Manguara.
Lyrics
Nacieron la misma noche
Entre suspiros de luna (bis)
El entre los alcornoques
Ella al lado de la laguna
A las hembras de los novillos
Porque en distintos corrales
Nos apartas ganaero?
A ella pa los sementales
Y a mi para los toreros
Y se peina el morrillo en la fuente
Se afila en los comeeros
Sus dos pitones de faca
Pa gustarle al ganaero
Y lo deje pa las vacas
Conocen un agujero
Secreto en el alambrado (bis)
Y a escondidas del vaquero
Comparten los encerrados
Cuentan los garrapateros
Que entre doscientos becerros
Se buscaban para verse
Que por el llano y el cerro
Estaban juntitos siempre
El que pega en la camada
El que se arranca primero
Al garrochista y la jaca
Pa gustarle al ganadero
Y lo deje pa las vacas
Embiste vaquita guapa
Mañana en el tentadero (bis)
Que a mi pa la Maestranza
Me apartaron los vaqueros
Y con cinco primaveras
La plaza hasta la bandera
Por la puerta de chiqueros
Sale un morrillo de seda
Delirio de los toreros
Miles de pañuelos blancos
Haré que saque la gente
Blancos igual que la nácar
Que me indulte el presidente
Y me deje pa las vacas
Eran carteles de toros
Los veinte pases de muerte (bis)
Cuatro varas eje toro¡¡¡¡
Y lo indultó el presidente
Le perdonaron la vida
Murmura bajito el viento
El vencejo y la primilla
Mientras la vaca lamiendo
Le curaba las heridas
Y jugando con las neas
Llevan los dos toa la noche
Queriendo beberse a la luna
Que salio en los alcornoques
Y se puso en la laguna
Lyrics translation
They were born the same night
Between sighs of the moon (bis)
The among the cork oaks
She next to the lagoon
To the females of the steers
Because in different yards
Will you take us away, ganaero?
To her for the Stallions
And me for the bullfighters
And he combs his hair at the fountain
It sharpens in the eaters
His two knife pythons
To the winemaker's liking
And I left it for the cows
They know a hole
Secret in the wiring (bis)
And hiding from the cowboy
They share those locked up
Ticks count
That between two hundred calves
They were looking to see
That by the plain and the hill
They were always together
The one that sticks in the litter
The one that starts first
To the garrochista and the Jackal
To like the farmer
And I left it for the cows
Hit pretty cow
Tomorrow at the tentadero (bis)
That to my PA the Maestranza
The jeans pulled me away.
And with five springs
The square up to the flag
Through the gate of chiqueros
A silk Morillo comes out
Delirium of bullfighters
Thousands of white handkerchiefs
I'll get the people out.
White like mother-of-Pearl
May the president pardon me
And let me pa the cows
They were Bull posters.
The twenty death passes (bis)
Four shaft torus rods¡¡¡¡
And the president pardoned him.
They spared his life.
The wind murmurs softly
The woodpecker and the primilla
While the cow licking
He was healing his wounds.
And playing with the neas
They both wear toa at night
Wanting to drink to the moon
That came out in the cork trees
And he stood in the lagoon