You see me running through freshly laid sand; golden.
If you look closely, if you choose to look closely,
you will see the pain in my eyes.
But you don't, you never will
So here i am, for twenty minutes
I am the centre of attention
But in the end I know I will be laying
defeated, unjustified.
But hey, I am just a bull, lanced, bleeding...
What can I do when ignorance is so powerful?
I will play my role, running towards the Muleta
Because after all, this was all I was born for
to be part of a story, man-against-bull
But, that's not the way I see it
weakened, I am practically powerless
Ole! Ole!
The sound of a happy crowd
At least when I lay on the butchers table
about to take my last breath,
I will be free
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