Toro Correlón (English: Running Bull) (Also known as El Corral, El Coleador, El Cohetón or El Toro) (English: The Yard, The Strainer, The Colander or The Bull) is an unidentified llanera/joropo song.
Search History[]
The song was uploaded to YouTube by user J T 2 3 on September 27th, 2020. The song was recorded onto a cassette tape off of a radio station in Tenerife (Canary Islands, Spain) . The song is possibly from Colombia or Venezuela, given the singer's accent.
The song is also about Corridas de Toros (English: Bullfighting), a discipline that is more famous in Colombia compared to other countries where it is practiced. Although it's also possible that the song is from Venezuela.
On November 13th, 2020, the Colombian radio show Majestuoso Llano Con Sentimiento aired this song in a different quality than the J T 2 3 upload. Unfortunately, despite messages to the radio station and the show, they never shared the track's name, and in the recording of the broadcast uploaded to Facebook, they don't even mention the name of the song.
On July 12th, 2023, J T 2 3 released the full cassette of the song, along with more tracks.
On April 5th, 2024, the OP replied to a comment on the upload of Te Tengo Que Olvidar that asked where they got the cassette from, saying that all the songs they posted where recorded off of various radio stations by their grandmother.[1]
Presumed lyrics[]
Ya estalló el tercer cohete, ya estalló el tercer cohete, ya reventó el cohetón
Ya van a soltar el toro que está bufeando en el coso y debe ser correlón
Ya estalló el tercer cohete, ya estalló el tercer cohete, ya reventó el cohetón
Ya van a soltar el toro que está bufeando en el coso y debe ser correlón
Qué importa si en este turno, qué importa si el pelotón lo forman diestros jinetes
En buenos caballos que valen un fortunón
Si mi rucio para un lato siendo caballo piocho es veterano en la puerta
Y en el recoleo ligero cual ventarrón
Apaja paja pa toro, toro, corre, correlón
Ya siento bajo mis piernas, y me llena de emoción
Los nervios de mi caballo en angustioso temblor
Porque sabe que en la manga entrará el desafiador
Apaja paja pa toro, toro, corre, correlón
Ya le dieron cuenta al toro, ya le dieron cuenta al toro se oyó el golpe del portón
"Cacho en manga, camarita" con la botella en la mano grita un viejo en el tapón
Ya le dieron cuenta al toro, ya le dieron cuenta al toro se oyó el golpe del portón
"Cacho en manga, camarita" con la botella en la mano grita un viejo en el tapón
Yo que me voy con el toro pata corta y reventón vamos volando en el aire
Como gavilán primito como balas de cañón
Llevo la bota en la diestra llegando al palco mayor pienso brindarle a mi amada
Que de cintas va a adornada, el primer toro de hoy
Apaja paja pa toro, toro, corre, correlón
Me cruzo de las dos manos, le doy un fuerte jalón
La colea de filo el lomo, porque el ser buen coleador
Lo lleva el hombre del llano sembrado en el corazón
Apaja paja pa toro, toro, corre, correlón
The third rocket has already exploded, the third rocket has already exploded, the rocket has already exploded
They're going to release the bull that's snorting in the ring and must be a runner
The third rocket has already exploded, the third rocket has already exploded, the rocket has already exploded
They're going to release the bull that's snorting in the ring and must be a runner
What does it matter if this time, what does it matter if the platoon is made up of skilled riders
On good horses worth a fortune
If my gray, for a moment, being a piebald horse, is a veteran at the gate
And in the recoil, light as a gale
Straw, straw for the bull, bull, run, run
I can already feel it under my legs, and it fills me with excitement
My horse's nerves are in anguished trembling
Because he knows that the challenger will enter the ring
Straw, straw for the bull, bull, run, run
They've already told the bull, they've already told the bull He heard the slam of the gate
"Piece of my sleeve, little camera!" with a bottle in his hand shouts an old man at the stop
They've already given the bull a fair shake, they've given the bull a fair shake, the slam of the gate was heard
"Piece of my sleeve, little camera!" with a bottle in his hand shouts an old man at the stop
I'm leaving with the bull, short leg and burst, we're flying in the air
Like a hawk, cousin, like cannonballs
I carry my boot in my right hand, arriving at the main box, I plan to toast my beloved
Who is adorned with ribbons, the first bull of today
Straw, straw for the bull, bull, run, run
I cross both hands, I give him a strong tug
The tail with a sharp edge on his back, because being a good bullfighter
The man of the plains carries it in his heart
Straw, straw for the bull, bull, run, run
