This is called the Brave Bull.
Matador-- Toro!
Toro!
The bull, he does not come near.
He is afraid of me.
He has vanished.
Enter the spirit of the bull.
Spirit of the bull--
I who was once the body of the bull and have now
its spirit come near you.
And near you as I am, I shall take your life away.
Matador-- but my young sons and daughters.
Spirit-- never should a man have a family,
especially a large and growing family
who knows he is going to be a bullfighter.
I am sorry for this cruel and merciless act,
but it has been fated by the white handkerchiefs.
Away.
The spirit kills the matador.
Then the spirit himself drops dead,
and is dragged around the ring.
The spectators shout in various languages, brave bull, brave
bull!
There's bullfight music.