Текст песни Антон Бельский - Коррида

In the heart of Madrid
There is a corrida
And Fearless Toreador
Turning into battle.
Furious, scary bull,
But the hero is not used to
To retreat. He got used to win
He boil over the crowd.

Spanish blood
In the veins playing again
Waiting for us again
And in the battle
Corrida.

If red Camcole, -
There will be an opponent evil.
Here do not yawn, just have time
Jump and hit.
Remember, there is no mercy,
To learn the taste of victories,
The courage needs a special gift.

Spanish blood
In the veins playing again
Waiting for us again
And in the battle
Corrida.