Capote de Grana Y Oro

Let them put a black ribbon on the Mosque,
On the Tower and its bells, on the gate and the cross,
And let the young girls dress in black mourning
For the death of a gentleman and Andalusian bullfighter.
All the songs in black
And the flamenco women in black tailcoats,
The maestrantes in mourning
And the dazzling fashion of the Spanish guitar.

Cape of red and gold
Joyful like a rose
That opened before the bull
Just like a butterfly.
Cape of bravery
Of its bullfighting shame,
That wrapped around its body
Just like a flag.
As a relic and treasure
I carry you in my soul
Cape of red and gold.

Let them put a black bow on the Giralda
On the Tower of the candle and the red Alhambra
And also on the red and yellow flag
And a silence in the trumpets of the national party.
Let the bandits cry
On the highest peaks of the Cordovan Sierra,
Let all of Madrid cry
The majas and the chisperos, the kings and the princesses.

Cape of red and gold
Joyful like a rose
That opened before the bull
Just like a butterfly.
Cape of bravery
Of its bullfighting shame,
That wrapped around its body
Just like a flag.
As a relic and treasure
I carry you in my soul
Cape of red and gold