Текст песни Михаил Файнзильберг - Матадор

Banderillas into the withers of the day
The sun plunged violently,
The blood thrown fire
Passion muleta inflamed.
And under the cries of "Ole!"
The heart of old Madrid
Suddenly began to beat stronger
Everything is ready for bullfighting.

Matador! The audience is waiting for an idol.
Come to the call, even through the blood,
Rip out the delight of the world.
Public call can be heard again.
We create to Feast!

Let die on the block color
Amid the crowd, hugging fervor
A light in the eyes of the bullfighter
Impact face froze.
The viewer forgive precision blade,
Sacrifice feat forget.
Fanfare alert:
"Winners are not judged."

Matador! The audience is waiting for an idol.
Come to the call, even through the blood,
Rip out the delight of the world.
Public call can be heard again.
We create to Feast!