El Toro Enamorado de La Luna

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

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

And that bull in love with the moon
Who leaves the herd at night
Is painted with poppy and olive
And the mañoral named him bell-ringer
The pilgrims from the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and bright lights bathe him in silver
And the little bull, wild and of brave lineage
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 little bull, wild and of brave lineage
His legs look like colorful fans

The moon rises tonight
In a black tailcoat
And the bull is watching her
Among the rockrose and the shadow

And in the face of the river water
Where the moon sleeps
The jealous little bull
Watches over her like a sentinel
And that bull