They are looking for you a matador
They call me the matador, I was born in barracks
If we talk about killing my words kill
It hasn't been long since Leon Santillan fell
And Now I know that at any moment they are going to give it to me
Ahh, matador, ahh matador
Where are you matador
Ahh matador, ahh matador
They tell me the matador is looking for me
In a cold pension I am waiting for you
Crouching in the darkest part of my room
Rifle in hand, I wait for my end
Ahh Matador, ahh matador
The gray hair is looking for you, matador
The gray hair turns you on, matador.
Matador, matador, where are you, matador? br/>Wind of freedom combative blood
In the pockets of the people the old wound
Suddenly the day turns into night for me
Mutters, runs that knock on the door
Ilego the police force
Ahh matador, ahh matador Victor Jara does not remain silent
Matador, matador, matador is looking for you
Matador, matador, matador they are killing you
Oh yeah, matador, matador, brave matador
They call me the matador of the 100 neighborhoods of Buenos Aires
I don't have to be afraid my words are bullets
Bullets of peace, bullets of justice
I am the voice of those who silenced you for no reason
For the sole fact of thinking differently, oh God
Santa Maria de los Buenos Aires if everything were better
Matador, matador, if everything were better
Matador, matador, where to go you're going matador
Matador, ohh yeah, matador, matador

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