La negra Tomasa

When she leaves home
How sad I get
I'm in love, with Black Tomasa
How sad I get

Ay, ay, ay
That beautiful black woman
Who does witchcraft on me
That beautiful black woman, (so beautiful)
Who does witchcraft on me

I just love her cooking
What she cooks for me
I just love the coffee
That she strains for me

I just love her cooking
What she cooks for me
I just love the coffee
That she strains for me

Ay, ay, ay
That beautiful black woman, (so beautiful)
Who does witchcraft on me, (witchcraft)
That beautiful black woman, (so beautiful)
Who does witchcraft on me

I'm so in love with Black Tomasa
When she leaves home
How sad I get

I'm so in love with Black Tomasa
When she leaves home
How sad I get
Ay, ay, ay

That beautiful black woman, (so beautiful)
Who does witchcraft on me, (witchcraft)
That beautiful black woman, (so beautiful)
Who does witchcraft on me

Quiquiribu, mandinga
Quiquiribu, mandinga
There in Havana, tasajo
And there in the east, mabinga
I met a cook
Who cooked mabinga

And crushed the garlic
With the head of the mortar
How Tomasa danced
In the neighborhood of La Timba
Quiquiribu, mandinga