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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