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Original lyrics
El Toro Y La Luna
La luna se está peinando
En los espejos del rio
Y un toro la está mirando
Entre la jara escondio
Cuando llega la alegre mañana
Y la luna se escapa del rio
El torito se mete en el agua
Envistiendola al ver que se ha io
Y ese toro enamorado de la luna
Que abandona por la noche la mana
Y es pintao de amapola y aceituna
Y le puso campanero al mayoral
Los romeros de los montes le besan la frente
Las estrellas y luceros lo bañan de plata
Y el torito que es bravio y de casta valiente
Abanicos de colores parecen sus patas
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
Los romeros de los montes le besan la frente
Las estrellas y luceros lo bañan de plata
Y el torito que es bravio y de casta valiente
Abanicos de colores parecen sus patas
La luna sale esta noche
Con negra bata de cola
Y un toro la esta mirando
Entre la jara y la sombra
Y en la cara del agua del rio
Donde duerme la Luna Lunera
El torito de casta bravio
La vigila como un centinela
Y ese toro enamorado de la luna
Que abandona por la noche la mana
Y es pintao de amapola y aceituna
Y le puso campanelo al mayoral
Los romeros de los montes le besan la frente
Las estrellas y luceros lo bañan de plata
Y el torito que es bravio y de casta valiente
Abanicos de colores parecen sus patas
Abanicos de colores parecen sus patas
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Freda on 2013-04-28
Freda on 2013-04-28Translation
The Bull and the Moon
The moon is combing her hair
In the mirrors of the river
And a bull is looking at her
Hidden among the thicket
When the bright morning comes
And the moon escapes from the river
The little bull gets into the water
Thrashing it on seeing that she's gone
And that bull in love with the moon
Abandons the herd at night
And is coated with poppy and olives
And he took a leap1 at the foreman
The rosemaries of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and constellations bathe him in silver
And the little bull is fierce and of valiant caste
Colorful fans seem to be his feet
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
La la laaaa lala la la la lala laaaaala
The rosemaries of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and constellations bathe him in silver
And the little bull is fierce and of valiant caste
Colorful fans seem to be his feet
The moon comes out tonight
With a black tailcoat
And a bull is looking at her
Between the thicket and the shadow
And in the face of the the river's water
Where sleeps the Mistress of the Moon2
The little bull of a fierce breed
Watches over her like a sentry
And that bull in love with the moon
Abandons the herd at night
And is coated with poppy and olives
And he took a leap at the foreman
The rosemaries of the mountains kiss his forehead
The stars and constellations bathe him in silver
And the little bull is fierce and of valiant caste
Colorful fans seem to be his feet
Colorful fans seem to be his feet
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Gipsy Kings: Top 3
| 1. | No Volvere |
| 2. | Volare |
| 3. | Trista Pena |
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