Paroles et traduction Víctor Manuel - Ya Eran las Cinco de la Tarde

Ya Eran las Cinco de la Tarde

Ya eran las cinco de la tarde
Cuando el toro frente a frente le miró
Un sol de abril bañado en sangre
El horizonte fue pintando de color
Cogió los trastos de matar
Miró aquel cielo y echó a andar
Como a quién van a justiciar
Desde un tendido le silvaron
Luego

Allá en los medios se paró
Giró en redondo y la masacre nos brindó

Toro no me mires a los ojos
Toro ni al perfil de plata y oro
Le pondré un escapulario
De la virgen Macarena si remato esta faena

Ya eran las cinco de la tarde cuando el toro
Frente a frente le miró

Ya eran las cinco de la tarde
Cuando el toro su futuro adivinó
Sonó un clarín y en ese instante
Se vió muerto, sin orejas
Sin valor
Llegó una voz del callejón
Algún capote le tentó
Toda la plaza era un clamor
Cuando entre sol y sombra paseaba
A los cabestros se acercó
Y sobre un fondo polvoriento se esfumó

Toro no me mires a los ojos
Toro o al perfil de plata y oro
Le pondré un escapulario de la virgen Macarena
Si remato esta faena

Ya eran las cinco de la tarde cuando el toro
Su futuro adivinó

It Was Five O'Clock in the Afternoon

It was five o'clock in the afternoon
When the bull looked him in the face
An April sun bathed in blood
The horizon was painted in color
He took the killing tools
He looked at the sky and started to walk
Like someone who is going to be executed
From the stands they whistled at him
Then

There in the middle he stopped
He turned around and the slaughter was ours

Bull, don't look me in the eye
Bull, nor at the profile of silver and gold
I will put a scapular on you
Of the virgin Macarena if I finish this job

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when the bull
Looked him in the face

It was five o'clock in the afternoon
When the bull knew his future
A bugle sounded and in that moment
He saw himself dead, without ears
Without value
A voice came from the alley
Some cape tempted him
The whole plaza was an uproar
As he walked between sun and shadow
He approached the steers
And on a dusty background he vanished

Bull, don't look me in the eye
Bull, nor at the profile of silver and gold
I will put a scapular on you of the virgin Macarena
If I finish this job

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when the bull
Knew his future