Testo El Cordobes

A hot sunny day Some musicans play The cords of an old pasodoble The moment is near For the thousands that cheer The name of the great matador. In the wings where she whispered 'never say die' Oh never say die Only cold perspiration invades his keen eye It's the moment we are waiting for. El Cordobes with the eye of an eagle You knock my nerves into peaces again El Cordobes, terror of the arena Many a bull fell a prey to your hand. I fear the end of the show A shivering thrill then we go. In the heat of the fight He trembles inside Never praise the day before it's over He's starting to choke Till the finishing stroke The crowd's only crying for more.