Romance de Valentía - Raphael

Era muy poco en la vida

Tan poco, que nada era

Por no tener, no tenía

Ni madre que lo quisiera

Era un pobre aficionao

Que buscaba la ocasión

De dejar en un cerrao

Frente a un toro, el corazón

Romance de valentía

Escrito con luna blanca

Y gracia de Andalucía

En campos de Salamanca

Embiste, toro bonito

Embiste, por caridad

Morir se me importa un pito

Pues nadie me iba a llorar

Aquí no hay plaza, ni hombre

Ni traje tabaco y oro

Aquí hay un niño, muy hombre

Que está delante de un toro

En matarme no repares

Te concedo hasta el perdón

Y ya que no tengo madre

La macarena me ampare

Si me cuelgas de un pitón

Todas las noches saltaba

Sin miedo, la talanquera

Y a cara o cruz se jugaba

Al toro, la vida entera

Quizá fuera colorao

El bure que lo embistió

Y mordiendo su costao

Malherido lo dejó

Romance de valentía

Escrito con luna blanca

Y gracia de Andalucía

En campos de Salamanca

Adiós, plaza de Sevilla

Ya nunca me habrás de ver

Pisar tu arena amarilla

¡con tanto que los soñe!

Adiós, capote de seda

Que fuiste mi compañero

Morir en esta pelea

Es cosa de buen torero

Ya, vestido de alamares

No ha de verme la afición

Y como no tengo madre

La macarena me ampare

Y me de su bendición

Y alli quedó ante la fiera

Ninguno le vio caer

Nadie rezo, tan siquiera

Ni un padre nuestro por él

Por él ninguna serrana

Lloró de luto vestida

Por él ninguna campana

Dobló amaneciendo el día

Pero, en cambio, entre azucenas

Y entre velas enrizas

En San Gil, la macarena

Si que lloraba de pena

Por la muerte del chaval

It was very little in life

So little, that nothing was

For not having, I did not have

Nor mother who wanted it

He was a poor fan

That he was looking for the occasion

To leave in a cerrao

Facing a bull, the heart

romance of bravery

written with white moon

And Grace of Andalusia

In the fields of Salamanca

charge, pretty bull

Charge, for charity

I don't give a damn about dying

Well no one was going to cry for me

Here there is no square, nor man

Nor did I bring tobacco and gold

Here is a boy, very man

That he is in front of a bull

In killing me do not repair

I grant you even forgiveness

And since I don't have a mother

The Macarena protects me

If you hang me from a python

Every night she jumped

Without fear, the talanquera

And heads or tails was played

To the bull, the whole life

Maybe it was colored

The bure that rammed him

And biting his costao

Badly wounded he left him

romance of bravery

written with white moon

And Grace of Andalusia

In the fields of Salamanca

Goodbye, Plaza de Sevilla

You will never see me

stepping on your yellow sand

As long as I dream of them!

Goodbye silken cape

that you were my partner

die in this fight

It is a thing of a good bullfighter

Already, dressed in frogs

The fans should not see me

And since I don't have a mother

The Macarena protects me

And give me your blessing

And there he was before the beast

no one saw him fall

No one prayed, not even

Not one of our fathers for him

For him no serrana

She cried in mourning dressed

For him no bell

It turned dawning the day

But, instead, between lilies

And between candles you curl

In San Gil, the macarena

Yes, he cried with sorrow

For the boy's death