El Toro Y La Luna

The Moon is combing her hair
In the river's mirrors
And a bull is watching her
Hidden among the rockrose

When the joyful morning arrives
And the Moon escapes from the river
The little bull goes into the water
Charging at it when he sees she's gone

And that bull in love with the Moon
Who leaves the herd at night
And is painted with poppy and olive
And the overseer named him Bellringer

The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and bright lights bathe him in silver
And the brave and noble little bull
His legs look like colorful fans

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The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and bright lights bathe him in silver
And the brave and noble little bull
His legs look like colorful fans

The Moon rises tonight
Wearing a black tailcoat
And the bull is watching her
Among the rockrose and shadows

And in the face of the river's water
Where the Moon sleeps
The brave and noble little bull
Watches over her like a sentinel

And that bull in love with the Moon
Who leaves the herd at night
And is painted with poppy and olive
And the overseer named him Bellringer

The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and bright lights bathe him in silver
And the brave and noble little bull
His legs look like colorful fans

And his legs look like colorful fans