Viva El Pasodoble

Gold and silver, shadow and sun the crowd and the
Clamor three monteras, three capes in the ring
And a bugle that breaks the wind
Announcing a black bull that is scary to see

True chicuelinas three verónicas without
Equal and on horseback with nobility the picador fights and
The music that plays when the bull and the
Muleta move to the same beat

Long live the pasodoble that makes the tragedy joyful
Long live the Spanish the bravery without measure, the
Courage and the composure of this old celebration
Long live the pasodoble, melody of colors grace of
This land, remains in memory when
Already in the ring, the bullfight ended

True chicuelinas three verónicas without
Equal and on horseback with nobility the picador fights and
The music that plays when the bull and the
Muleta move to the same beat

Long live the pasodoble that makes the tragedy joyful
Long live the Spanish the bravery without measure, the
Courage and the composure of this old celebration
Long live the pasodoble, melody of colors grace of
This land, remains in memory when
Already in the ring, the bullfight ended

Long live the pasodoble that makes the tragedy joyful
Long live the Spanish the bravery without measure, the
Courage and the composure of this old celebration
Long live the pasodoble, melody of colors grace of
This land, remains in memory when
Already in the ring, the bullfight ended