Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Huapango Torero, artist - JoselitoDate of issue: 09.05.2019
Song language: Spanish
Huapango Torero(original) |
| Mientras que las vaquillas |
| Están en el tentadero |
| Única y nada mas… nada mas pa' los toreros |
| Por fuera del redondel |
| Por cierto de piedras hecho |
| Sentado llora un chiquillo… |
| Sentado llora en silencio… |
| Con su muletilla enjuga |
| Sus lágrimas de torero (Bis) |
| La noche caia en silencio |
| Las nubes grises se ve a lo lejos |
| Se empiezan a comodar las estrellas en el cielo |
| Y rumbo hacia los trigales |
| Se ve a un chiquillo que va resuelto |
| El quiere matar a un toro |
| Su vida pone por precio |
| Silencio… los caporales están durmiendo |
| Los toros… los toros en los corrales |
| Anda inquietos… un capote en la noche |
| A la luz… a la luz de la luna |
| Quiere torear… silencio… |
| De pronto la noche hermosa ha visto algo |
| Y está llorando… palomas…palomas blancas |
| Vienen del cielo… vienen bajando… |
| Mentira si son pañuelos…pañuelos blancos |
| Llenos de llanto que caen como blanca escarcha |
| Sobre el chiquillo que agonizaba… |
| Ay… toro, toro asesino |
| Ojalá y te lleve el diablo… |
| Ay… toro, toro asesino |
| Ojalá y te lleve el diablo |
| Silencio… los caporales están llorando… |
| (translation) |
| while the heifers |
| They are in the temptation |
| Unique and nothing else… nothing more for the bullfighters |
| Outside the circle |
| By the way of stones made |
| Sitting down, a little boy cries... |
| Sitting crying in silence... |
| With his crutch he wipes |
| His bullfighter tears (Bis) |
| The night fell in silence |
| The gray clouds are seen in the distance |
| The stars begin to settle in the sky |
| And heading towards the wheat fields |
| You see a boy who is determined |
| He wants to kill a bull |
| His life he puts for a price |
| Silence… the foremen are sleeping |
| The bulls… the bulls in the corrals |
| Be restless... a cloak at night |
| In the light... in the moonlight |
| He wants to fight... silence... |
| Suddenly the beautiful night has seen something |
| And she's crying…doves…white doves |
| They come from the sky... they come down... |
| It's a lie if they are handkerchiefs…white handkerchiefs |
| Full of tears that fall like white frost |
| About the boy who was dying... |
| Oh… bull, murderous bull |
| I hope the devil takes you... |
| Oh… bull, murderous bull |
| I hope the devil takes you |
| Silence… the foremen are crying… |