El Toro y La Luna

The Moon is combing her hair
In the river's mirrors
And a bull is watching her
Among the rockrose, hidden

When the joyful morning arrives
And the Moon escapes from the river
The little bull goes into the water
Charging, upon seeing she's gone

That bull in love with the Moon
Who leaves the herd at night
Is painted with poppy and olive
And the herdsman named him bell-ringer

The pilgrims of the mountains
Kiss his forehead
The stars of the skies
Bathe him in silver
And the brave little bull
Of noble lineage
His legs look like
Colorful fans

And the brave little bull
Of noble lineage
His legs look like
Colorful fans
That Moon flirts
With the bull