Paroles et traduction Raphael - El Torero (El Toreador)

El Torero (El Toreador)

Lejos del redondel que es un aspa de luz
Abatido y sin fé con los brazos en cruz
Sobre el lecho olvidado muriendose está
Por un río de sangre su vida se va .

En el suelo su traje de fiesta quedó
Todo sucio de polvo bañado en sudor
Y es mayor que su herida el inmenso dolor
De escuchar los aplausos para el vencedor

Bajo el sol

De la tarde triunfal continua la fiesta
Nadie vuelve a pensar que un valiente cayó
Y que ya nunca mas con su traje de luces
Pisará el redondél derrochando valor

Nunca mas sentirá los olés de la gente
Ni los gritos ardientes su triunfo aclamará
Y ya no ha de escuchar el marcial paso doble
Que lo invita a luchar y a vencer con honor

En el suelo su traje de fiesta quedó
Todo sucio de polvo bañado en sudor
Y es mayor que su herida el inmenso dolor
De escuchar los aplausos para el vencedor

Bajo el sol

De la tarde triunfal continua la fiesta
Nadie vuelve a pensar que un valiente cayó
Y que ya nunca más, no, con su traje de luces
Pisará el redondel derrochando valor

Nunca mas sentirá los olés de la gente
Ni los gritos ardientes su triunfo aclamará
Y ya no ha de escuchar el marcial pasodoble
Que lo invita a luchar y a vencer con honor
Bajo el sol, el sol el sol!!

The Bullfighter (The Toreador)

Far from the ring that's a cross of light
Defeated and without faith, with arms crossed
On the forgotten couch, he's dying
His life ebbs into a river of blood

His festive attire lays on the floor
Filthy with dust, bathed in sweat
And his pain is greater than his wound
To hear the applause for the victor

Under the sun

Of the triumphant afternoon, the party goes on
No one thinks anymore about the valiant one that fell
And that he'll never again with his suit of lights
Step into the ring, his courage on display

Never again will he feel the crowd's cheers
Nor will the ardent cries acclaim his triumph
And he'll no longer hear the martial pasodoble
That called him to fight and conquer with honor

His festive attire lays on the floor
Filthy with dust, bathed in sweat
And his pain is greater than his wound
To hear the applause for the victor

Under the sun

Of the triumphant afternoon, the party goes on
No one thinks anymore about the valiant one that fell
And that he'll never again, no, with his suit of lights
Step into the ring, his courage on display

Never again will he feel the crowd's cheers
Nor will the ardent cries acclaim his triumph
And he'll no longer hear the martial pasodoble
That called him to fight and conquer with honor
Under the sun, the sun, the sun!!