Fado Corrido

The hem of my skirt
It was you who burned it
The hem of my skirt
It was you who burned it
With the tip of the cigarette
When you danced with me
With the tip of the cigarette
When you danced with me

Rare love sickness is lost
It's like the stain of the blackberry
Rare love sickness is lost
It's like the stain of the blackberry
Only with another green blackberry
The stain goes away
Only with another green blackberry
The stain goes away

Oh my dark-skinned girl
Who made you so dark-skinned
Oh my dark-skinned girl
Who made you so dark-skinned
It was the heat of the embers
That warmed me in the evening
It was the heat of the embers
That warmed me in the evening

You called me black, black
I am black, I know it well
You called me black, black
I am black, I know it well
Also, the olive is black
And goes to the king's table
Also, the olive is black
And goes to the king's table