Baila Morena
Carlos Rivera
Dance, Brown-Skinned Girl
Going down the hill
On the road she comes dancing
Dragging her sandal,
The dust is rising
Moving her waist
And hips like no other
She has brown skin,
Clear smile,
Moonlight color.
She has some white things
She has some black things
She has some Indian things
Beautiful mix that this land gives
Dance, brown-skinned girl, dance
You dance it like no other
Moving your hips,
Moving your waist.
Dance, brown-skinned girl, dance
You dance it like no other
Dragging her sandal,
Take me in your madness.
Dance, brown-skinned girl, dance
You dance it like no other.
The night is a girl
That is passing by, that is growing
The music doesn't stop,
Keeps dancing, keeps getting hotter.
The sweat of her body gives shine to her cinnamon skin
The red blouse, the early morning, and that brown-skinned girl.
She has some white things
She has some black things
She has some Indian things
Beautiful mix that this land gives
Dance, brown-skinned girl, dance
You dance it like no other...
