Sham besevilya kouridah tetze el haderech
le'et erev.
Sham besevilya zira agulah mefou'eret
vechol yafot hato'ar im menifot hazohar
vebachurei hano'ar vehamatador.

Rak et hamatador at ohevet
el ahuvech levavech mitpalel
ad tzet ha'erev tef'tziah hacherev
ach mi yinatze'ach sham im leil?

Sham besevilya hadam, hadma'ot vahayeza
mul eineyha.
Sham besevilya yatz'a nishmato shehe'azah.
Baru'ach hatzonenet lintosh at mema'enet
achshav at mekonenet al hamatador.

Rak et hamatador at ohevet
el ahuvech levavech hitpalel
ad tzet ha'erev hif'tziah hacherev
ach ein menatze'ach im leil.

Rak et hamatador at ohevet
el mul einaich nafal vekar'a
ad tzet ha'erev hif'tziah hacherev
achshav at levad bezirah.

There in Seville Korida will go out on the road
in the evening.
There in Seville is the magnificent round arena
and all the beautiful women with bright fans
and all the young man and the Matador.

You love only the Matador
your heart prays to your lover
till the late evening the sword will strike
but who will win there by night?

There in Seville, the blood, the tears and sweat
in front of her eyes.
There in Seville, his bold soul went out
In the cold wind you refuse to abandon
now you lament over the Matador.

You love only the Matador
your heart prayed to your lover
till the late evening the sword did strike
but nobody wins there by night?

You love only the Matador
in front of your eyes he fell and broke
till the late evening the sword did strike
now you're alone in the arena.