Novillero

One Sunday afternoon he entered the arena
To calm his novice bullfighter cravings.
Bullfighter, brave, unfolds the cape without fear
Without fear of death.

The Virgin watches over you, covering you with her mantle
Which is a holy Manila shawl.
Young man, you approach just the same in a gallant move
As in placing the banderillas.

Bullfighter, who knows if the price of triumph,
Will be paid with your life and your blood.

Young man, you approach just the same in a gallant move
As in placing the banderillas.

Bullfighter, who knows if the price of triumph,
Will be paid with your life and your blood.