El Cordobes Lyrics

A hot sunny day
Some musicans play
The cords of an old pasodoble
The moment is near
For the thousands that cheer
The name of the great matador.

In the wings where she whispered 'never say die'
Oh never say die
Only cold perspiration invades his keen eye
It's the moment we are waiting for.

El Cordobes with the eye of an eagle
You knock my nerves into peaces again
El Cordobes, terror of the arena
Many a bull fell a prey to your hand.
I fear the end of the show
A shivering thrill then we go.

In the heat of the fight
He trembles inside
Never praise the day before it's over
He's starting to choke
Till the finishing stroke
The crowd's only crying for more.