Pobre Mi Negra
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Poor My Black Woman
Poor my black woman
They say they've always seen her cry
And she'll know what she feels
Maybe she's been paid poorly
Let her cry
I'll know how to console her
Poor my black woman
They say they've always seen her cry
She might be crying over a guilt
That she's trying to forget
Let her cry
I'll know how to console her
Poor my black woman
They say they've always seen her cry
She might be looking for affection
That she didn't appreciate before
Let her cry
I'll know how to console her
