Papa Jo Vull Ser Torero

Daddy I want to be a bullfighter
Daddy I want to kill bulls
Daddy I want to jump rings
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighter
And the father was desperate
He, who was so honorable
Authority of the sardana
Of Catalan literature

The truth he didn't understand
What the hell of a son he had
If he had everything he wanted
He had love, he had family

He didn't lack money
Nor culture nor education
Of the neat and refined
Catalan existence

Daddy I want to be a bullfighter
Daddy I want to kill bulls
Daddy I want to jump rings
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighter

And the father from the stands
How he suffered and how he cried
Because the bull was goring
His son and tossing him around

Because the bull tore off
His balls with a horn
The bleeding was unstoppable
An inevitable death

He died in the infirmary
Of the arena in the afternoon
His son died a bullfighter
Full of glory and full of fame
Full of carnations on the tomb
Bandarillas and capes
And on the balconies black geraniums
Oh daddy your son died a bullfighter
Oh oh oh