Between the Atlantic and the Mediterranean Sea
There's a land of sea and lots of sun
That has been practiced since long ago
A disgusting and dirty tradition
An individual dressed like a clown
Tortures and torments an animal to death
And the stands explode in madness
When the steel announces its end
Banderilleros thirsty for violence
Go on torturing with no compassion
The picadores carry on the slaughter
Intensifying stabs of pain
Badly wounded, he charges bravely
Against the chill of the steel that rips up his insides
Agonizing in a pool of blood
The puntillero finishes the show
You are the shame of a nation
You are the violence on TV
You are a killer by vocation
Your profession makes me sick
To call organized sadism culture
To violence, to death or to pain
Is an insult to our own intelligence
To the development of our evolution
Your indifference makes them powerful
Show that you reject the criminal festivity
Don't collaborate with a mad game
Bullfighting fans into the penal code
Criminal festivity, shame
You are the shame of a nation
You are the violence on TV
You are a killer by vocation
Your profession makes me sick