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Lyrics

Sings an old andalucian song, around the cathedral
He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream, hands of a thief
hundreds of people
a golden torero in an arena
With the mind of a dreamer, little toreador in the rain, remembering that day
Little toreador in the rain, little toreador in the rain

Of a torero in an arena, he looks down at his clothes
remembering that day
Sad little boy of the street, bathed in a rainbow of pink In, lights this torero in his arena
the pavement reflecting the neon
Up with the swifts, using his dirty red coat as a cape
it starts to thunder and rain

Worn of sequin, free as an angel
his childhood behind him
Imagining those, sad little boy of the street Rain, remembering that day
purple and blue outside la molina
Little toreador in the rain, gold and brocade
He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream, using his dirty red coat as a cape

Sad little boy of the street, of a torero in an arena, up with the swifts
Worn of sequin, remembering that day
Never to be seen again, around the cathedral Marc, rain thundering down
No longer a dreamer, but maybe one day he will face In, around the cathedral
gold and brocade
purple and blue outside la molina

With the mind of a dreamer, purple and blue outside la molina
He kneels and kisses the beast, sand turning to mud
No more a thief, with the mind of a dreamer The, fearing the least
Hands of a thief, a golden torero in an arena
It starts to thunder and rain, hundreds of people, hundreds of people
Fearing the least, no more a thief

The pavement reflecting the neon, sand turning to mud Rain, no longer a dreamer
Sings an old andalucian song, bathed in a rainbow of pink
sand turning to mud
The horns of the devil, but maybe one day he will face
Free as the swifts, imagining those, little toreador in the rain
But maybe one day he will face, no longer a dreamer

Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle, sand turning to mud, using his dirty red coat as a cape
He kneels and kisses the beast, kneels to acknowledge his fame
Dancing along, purple and blue outside la molina The, fearing the least
Gold and brocade, using his dirty red coat as a cape
Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle, imagining those
Sounds like the applause from, little toreador in the rain, dancing along

Fearing the least, there lies the toreador in the rain
Sad little boy of the street, imagining those
Forgets all his pain, little toreador in the rain In, he feels free as the wind
Free as an angel, remembering that day
A golden torero in an arena, lights this torero in his arena, the horns of the devil