Matador de toros
He looked into the eyes of the bull
as he swung his cape in front of its horn
with a poetic frame of mind,
No contest, no punctuation, no classification,
this bull is going down!
Who cares about fame and fortune?
they're only passing things,
I am a Pop Star, Matador de torso of the ring
Breaking free of the corral, looking stronger than a lion
faster than a race horse, the bull rushes in with fury
Now fear begin!
The bull horn glistened in the sun
The Matador's flamboyant costume sparkles
Moments of truth in the arena
El momento de la verdad
his life or my life
degrading or entertaining?
I am Matador de`toros
killer of the bulls.