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De lunes a domingo, voy desesperado
Mi corazón prendido, allí el el calendario
Buscándote y buscando,
como un mercenario
Tú dime donde estás,
que yo no te he encontrado
Y las manecillas giran, y yo voy al contrario
Poniéndome la vida, a sorbos y a tragos
Me viste así de frente, que tremendo impacto
Para unime a tú mirada, dime:
Sí hay que ser:
Torero, poner el alma en el ruedo
No importa lo que se vanga
Pa que sepas que te quiero,
como un buen torero
Me juego la vida por ti
Si hay que ser torero,
poner al alma en el ruedo
No importa lo que se venga
pa que sepas que te quiero,
como un buen torero
me juego la vida por ti
Se te cuentan, que ya me vieron
solitario en un callejón
que ya no duermo y desvarío
que el humor ya me cambió
y tú por donde estás
que mí presión ya no me da
te buscaré, vuelve conmigo
que tú no sabes
que yo te necesito,
como el perro al amo
que si tú no respondes,
aquí todo es caos
me viste así de frente
que tremendo impacto
para huir de tú mirada
dime:
Si hay que ser torero...
Si hay que ser torero...
En noviembre hasta enero,
si que te necesito
Ay de junio a febrero,
quiero estar contigo
y de marzo al amor
en diciembre tú y yo
no importa mí amada.
Si hay que ser torero...
Si hay que ser torero...
Si hay que ser torero...
Si hay que ser torero...
¡Si hay que ser torero!
Estéfano - Marcello Azevedo
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From Monday through Sunday
I wander desperately.
With all my heart, I search
through the calendar, like
a mercenary, looking and
trying to find you.
Tell me where you are that
I haven't found you.
The clock is moving forward
and I'm running in the
opposite direction, swallowing
life in sips.
You sent a direct hit straight
through me. What a tremendous
impact.
To just be able to see you,
tell me, if one has to be a torero.
Put one's soul in the ring,
no matter what comes.
And so you'll know that I love you,
like a good bullfighter, Ole!
I'll risk my life for you.
If one has to be a torero.
Put one's soul in the ring,
no matter what comes.
So you'll know that I love you,
like a good bullfighter, Ole!
I'll risk my life for you.
And they tell you that they
saw me, all alone wandering
the back alleys.
That I don't sleep and I talk
to myself, that my personality
changed.
And you, where are you,
that my blood pressure is off.
I'll look for you. Come back to me.
And don't you know I need you
like a dog needs its owner.
That if you don't answer me,
everything is chaos.
You sent a direct hit straight
through me. What a tremendous
impact. To just be able to
see you, tell me...
If one has to be a torero..
If one has to be a torero.
From November through January,
I need you. From June through
February, I want you by my side,
and in March, my love is yours.
In December, you and I,
nothing matters, my love.
If one has to be a torero...
If one has to be a torero...
If one has to be a torero...
If one has to be a torero...
If one has to be a torero!
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