Gored, and I’m bathed in blood that is my own.
This is the blood I wish would not be sown.
Gored, and it simply hurts beyond just aches.
I hope I’ll live; I know I have bone breaks.

Gored was I by Toro;
right arm shouldn’t dangle so.
I’m rife with wounds that are seeping,
so I’m weeping, can’t be leaping.

Stronger I hope to be in a long time
That time’s beyond the far horizon line.
I think that I will live some more,
but at this point, I’m not sure.
I am very, very sore!

Gored was I by Toro;
and so, I’m full of sorrow.
I’m rife with wounds that are seeping,
can’t be leaping…hard time sleeping.

Stronger I hope to be in a long time;
that time’s beyond the far horizon line.
I think that I will live some more,
and of one thing I am sure:
Corrida I’ll run no more.