Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie - THE BULLS lyrics
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On Sundays the bulls get so bored<br>
When they are asked to show off for us<br>
There is the sun, the sand, and the arena<br>
There are the bulls ready to bleed for us<br>
It's the time when grocery clerks become Don Juan<br>
It's the time when all ugly girls<br>
Turn into swans, aaahh.<br>
Who can say of what he's found<br>
That bull who turns and paws the ground<br>
And suddenly he s ees himself all nude, aaahh.<br>
Who can say of what he dreams<br>
That bull who hears the silent screams<br>
From the open mouths of multitudes<br>
Olé!<br>
On Sundays the bulls get so bored<br>
When they are asked to suffer for us<br>
There are the picadors and the mobs revenge<br>
There are the toreros, and the mob kneels for us<br>
It's the time when grocery clerks become García Lorca<br>
And the girls put roses in their teeth like Carmen<br>
On Sundays the bulls get so bored<br>
When they are asked to drop dead for us<br>
The sword will plunge down and the mob will drool<br>
The blood will pour down and turn the sand to mud.<br>
Olé, olé!<br>
The moment of triumph when grocery clerks become Nero<br>
The moment of triumph when the girls scream and shout<br>
The name of their hero, aaahh.<br>
And when finally they fell<br>
Did not the bulls dream of some hell<br>
Where men and worn-out matadors still burn, aaahh.<br>
Or perhaps with their last breaths<br>
Would not they pardon us their deaths<br>
Knowing w hat we did at<br>
Carthage--olé!--Waterloo--olé!--Verdun--olé!<br>
Stalingrad--olé!--Iwo Jima--olé!--Hiroshima--olé!--Saigon!<br>
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