Let me praise you in return
For we matadors understand you soldiers
We share your taste for a fight
It's a holiday, and the bullring's packed from top to bottom
The crowd's going mad
Everyone's shouting
The air's turning blue, tempers are running high
It's a celebration of courage, a celebration of brave men
Come on, be on your guard
Toreador, on guard
As you fight, remember there's a pair of dark eyes watching you
And that love will be your prize
Suddenly, the crowd falls silent What's happening?
Not a voice to be heard, it's time for the fight
The bull charges, leaping free of the pen
It charges and strikes, brings down a horse and picador
“Bravo, toro!” yells the crowd
The bull charges and strikes again
Darts in its flank, it runs wild around the blood-soaked ring
The banderilleros leap to safety And now it's your turn to fight
Come on, be on your guard
Toreador, on guard
As you fight, remember there's a pair of dark eyes watching you
And that love will be your prize
- Love - Love