The Bullfighter Dies

Mad in Madrid,
ill in Seville,
lonely in Barcelona.
Then, someone tells you and you cheer...
¡Hooray!, ¡hooray!,
¡The bullfighter dies!
¡Hooray!, ¡hooray!
The bullfighter dies,
and nobody cries...
Nobody cries, because we all want the bull to survive.
Gaga in Málaga,
no mercy in Murcia,
mental in Valencia.
Then, someone tells you and you cheer...
Hooray, hooray,
the bullfighter dies,
and nobody cries...
Nobody cries...
Because we all want the bull to survive