Full Moon
  The herd is in calm
  No sun nor sand
  Only night and beast
  Sleeping in the fields
  Begging to live
  Passing so much pains
  To carry on living
  
  Black prairies
  And a knife of light
  Dare to earth
  Of an Andaluz boy
  
  Bullrings of villages in fiesta
  Looks for the opportunity
  Under the sun of the siesta
  Bullfights for what they give him
  
  The poison
  Of the fear and the courage
  Blood, steel
  He doesn?t think in the worst
  
  Face to face
  The little bull and the boy
  The dew will lick their bodies