Czerwone Gitary - Byczek Fernando

Tłumaczenie:

Everyone knows the story
Yet I will tell it to you once more
There lived in Spain a romantic bull
Who valued quiet like no other
A well-tempered bull, a nice bull
Who valued quiet like no other
He loved peace like no other bull

Once upon a time he sat in the field
Smelling flowers among the tall grass
And suddenly an angry bumble bee
Stung him - ow! - right on the tail
The bull jumped, that nice bull
Racing around until the earth quaked
Racing until the whole earth quaked

Along the road, four men were walking
They stopped and caught sight of him
The choir called out: "what a bull!
How terrifying, what a continuance he has,
We need this bull
We need this bull for the bullfight!"

What a bull! What a bull!
The whole arena shook with fear
What a bull! Where did he come from?
Even the toreador shivered with fear!

Aiaiaia, how he shivered!

And Fernando sat by himself
Sniffing the flowers from the ladies' hats
The screams and the red cape couldn't help him
Nobody could force him to fight
He wanted to smell the flowers
That was his nature
They could see that was his nature

Well, because I suppose he was a Polish bull