Toreador in the rain (live 1992)

Sad little boy of the street
Hands of a thief
The mind of a dreamer

Dodging the puddles with feet
Of a torero in an arena
Sings an old andalucian song
Dancing along
Using his dirty red coat as a cape

Rain thundering down
Sounds like the applause from
Hundreds of people

He feels free as the wind
Free as the swifts
Around the cathedral

Kneels to acknowledge his fame
Forgets all his pain
Little toreador in the rain

Bathed in a rainbow of pink
Purple and blue outside la Molino
The pavement reflecting the neon
Lights this torero in his arena

He looks down at his clothes
Imagining those
Worn of sequin, gold and brocade

He kneels and kisses the beast
Fearing the least
Knowing death will not find him

But maybe one day he will face
The horns of the devil
His childhood behind him

Brave young man from the streets
No more a thief
No longer a dreamer
Stands in front of the beast
A golden torero in an arena

It starts to thunder and rain
Remembering that day
He danced like a fool on
The wing of a dream

Sand turning to mud
Soon where his blood
Will splatter and mingle

Free, free as an angel
Up with the swifts
Around the cathedral

Never to be seen again
Dreams all in vain
There lies the toreador in the rain

Little toreador in the rain
Little toreador in the rain

Little toreador in the rain
Little toreador in the rain

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Little toreador in the rain