Huapango Torero
Rocio Jurado Lyrics


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Mientras que las vaquillas
Están en el tentadero
única y nada mas...nada mas pa' los toreros,
Por fuera del redondel,
Por cierto de piedras hecho
Sentado llora un chiquillo...
Sentado llora en silencio...
Con su muletilla enjuga
Sus lágrimas de torero (Bis)
La noche caia en silencio
Las nubes grises se ve a lo lejos
Se empiezan a comodar las estrellas en el cielo
Y rumbo hacia los trigales
Se ve a un chiquillo que va resuelto
El quiere matar a un toro
Su vida pone por precio.

Silencio...los caporales están durmiendo
Los toros...los toros en los corrales
Anda inquietos...un capote en la noche.
A la luz... a la luz de la luna
Quiere torear...silencio...

De pronto la noche hermosa ha visto algo
Y está llorando...palomas...palomas blancas
Vienen del cielo...vienen bajando...
Mentira si son pañuelos...pañuelos blancos
Llenos de llanto que caen como blanca escarcha
Sobre el chiquillo que agonizaba...
Ay...toro, toro asesino
Ojalá y te lleve el diablo...
Ay...toro, toro asesino
Ojalá y te lleve el diablo.





Silencio...los caporales están llorando...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rocío Jurado's song "Huapango Torero" tell the story of a young boy who dreams of becoming a bullfighter. As he watches the vaquillas (young female bulls) being trained by the toreros (bullfighters), he feels a deep longing to join them. However, he knows that he is not yet ready, and sits on the outside of the redondel (bullfighting ring), quietly crying to himself. Wiping away his tears with his muletilla (bullfighting cape), the boy watches as the night falls and the stars begin to appear in the sky. Despite the lateness of the hour, the boy is determined to pursue his dream, and sets off towards the fields where he hopes to find a bull to fight.


As the boy makes his way through the night, the bullfighters and caporales (bull handlers) sleep soundly, unaware of his plans. When he finally comes face to face with a bull, he puts his life on the line in pursuit of his dream. However, the boy is no match for the powerful animal, and he is fatally wounded. As he lies dying on the ground, the night sky is suddenly filled with white doves, which appear to be crying tears of sorrow. However, the doves are soon revealed to be white handkerchiefs, thrown into the air by the mournful onlookers. In the end, the boy's dream is shattered, and those around him can do nothing but weep in silence.


Line by Line Meaning

Mientras que las vaquillas Están en el tentadero única y nada mas...nada mas pa' los toreros,
While the heifers are in the corral, solely dedicated to the toreros.


Por fuera del redondel, Por cierto de piedras hecho Sentado llora un chiquillo... Sentado llora en silencio...
Outside the bullfighting ring, on a rocky ledge, a boy sits and cries silently, his handkerchief wiping away his tears.


Con su muletilla enjuga Sus lágrimas de torero (Bis)
The boy, dressed as a torero, uses his cape to wipe his tears.


La noche caia en silencio Las nubes grises se ve a lo lejos Se empiezan a comodar las estrellas en el cielo Y rumbo hacia los trigales Se ve a un chiquillo que va resuelto El quiere matar a un toro Su vida pone por precio.
As the night falls, the boy heads towards the fields, determined to kill a bull at the risk of his own life, while the stars begin to appear in the sky and the distant grey clouds start to clear.


Silencio...los caporales están durmiendo Los toros...los toros en los corrales Anda inquietos...un capote en la noche. A la luz... a la luz de la luna Quiere torear...silencio...
Silence...the cattle drivers are sleeping, but the bulls are restlessly stirring in their pens in the moonlit night, as the boy prepares to face them with his cape.


De pronto la noche hermosa ha visto algo Y está llorando...palomas...palomas blancas Vienen del cielo...vienen bajando... Mentira si son pañuelos...pañuelos blancos Llenos de llanto que caen como blanca escarcha Sobre el chiquillo que agonizaba...
Suddenly, the beautiful night witnesses something terrible, and it weeps...white doves descend from the sky, but they are not doves, they are handkerchiefs, white and wet with tears, falling like frost on the boy as he struggles for his life.


Ay...toro, toro asesino Ojalá y te lleve el diablo... Ay...toro, toro asesino Ojalá y te lleve el diablo.
Oh...bull, killer bull, May the devil take you away... Oh...bull, killer bull, May the devil take you away.


Silencio...los caporales están llorando...
Silence...the cattle drivers are weeping...




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