La Luna y el Toro - Javier Solis
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Lyrics " La Luna y el Toro "
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La Luna y el Toro
Javier Solis
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La luna se está peinando
En los espejos del río
Y un toro la está mirando
Entre la jara escondido
Cuando llega la alegre mañana
Y la luna se escapa del río
El torito se mete en el agua
Embistiendo al ver que se ha ido
Y ese toro enamorado de la luna
Que abandona por la noche la «maná»
Es pintado de amapola y aceituna
Y le puso Campanero el mayoral
Los romeros de los montes
Le besan la frente
Las estrellas de los cielos
Lo bañan de plata
Y el torito, que es bravío
De casta valiente
Abanicos de colores
Parecen sus patas
La luna viene esta noche
Con una bata de cola
Y un toro la está mirando
Entre la jara y la sombra
Y en la cara del agua del río
Donde duerme la luna lunera
El torito, celoso perdido
La vigila como un centinela
Y ese toro enamorado de la luna
Que abandona por la noche la «maná»
Es pintado de amapola y aceituna
Y le puso Campanero el mayoral
Los romeros de los montes
Le besan la frente
Las estrellas de los cielos
Lo bañan de plata
Y el torito, que es bravío
De casta valiente
Y el rocío de las flores
Le lavan la cara
El rocío de las flores
Le lavan la cara
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the moon is combing
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is looking at her
Among the rockrose hidden
When the joyous morning comes
And the moon escapes from the river
The little bull gets into the water
Rushing to see that she's gone
And that bull in love with the moon
That she abandons the "mana" at night
It is painted poppy and olive
And the mayoral named him Campanero
The pilgrims of the mountains
they kiss his forehead
the stars of the heavens
They bathe him in silver
And the little bull, who is brave
of brave caste
colored fans
They look like his legs
the moon is coming tonight
With a bata de cola
And a bull is looking at her
Between the rockrose and the shadow
And in the face of the river water
Where the moon sleeps
The little bull, jealous lost
He watches over her like a sentinel
And that bull in love with the moon
That leaves the "mana" at night
He is painted poppy and olive
And the mayoral named him Campanero
The pilgrims of the mountains
they kiss his forehead
the stars of the heavens
They bathe him in silver
And the little bull, who is brave
of brave caste
And the dew on the flowers
they wash his face
the dew of the flowers
they wash his face
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