You sit at the table,
tequila before you
And you laugh and you joke with the crowd
In your heart there begins
just a trickle of fear
That don't show in your features so proud
So many times you face
this moment of truth
In the world of the bull and the sky
You will nev er admit
what you know in your heart
In the arena tomorrow you'll die
When you were a machacho
back in Chihuahua City
And Tina first helped you to steal
When you lived by your wits
and a shoeshine kit
And you knew what it was
to miss a meal
You've got your breaks,
and after months of prepara
tion for the ring
Came the year when you wore
the victor's crown
Just as you reached your peak,
she told you each night in her sleep
She dreamed mañana the bull
would bring you down
Tomorrow the bull would
bring you down
Can you raise from the table
and declare you won't fight
Face the laughter and your
friend's ridicule
Can you swallow your pride
and walk out into the night
And be called a coward and a fool?
No, you'll have to die in the arena
And your blood on the sand
will have to flow
You'll have to die and
your Tina will find love
In the arms of a man you don't know
Adios, Matador,
is your life to be wasted?
Will you soon be a poor twisted thing?
Oh, it's better to face death
than live in disgrace
I guess you'll have to die in the ring
I guess you'll have to die in the ring
Adios, matador
Adios matador
Hat toro
Bill toro