Pobre Negro!
Francisco García Jiménez
Poor Black Man!
Oh, how black, how black I am!
Oh, how poor, how poor I am!
The light-skinned woman who mistreats me,
Who kills my heart with iron,
Is the sorrow of the dark-skinned woman
Who poisons herself with my betrayal...
I left my black woman for another.
The sweet potato in the weed,
I went with the other and that's how I stayed...
Oh woe is me! Can't you see!
I exchanged black for light-skinned,
The color costs me dearly!
A black woman is content with little
And gives value to a poor man's copper.
The light-skinned woman thinks she's a queen,
She washes, she combs,
She puts on a flower...
Oh woe is me!
I'm black!
Oh, how black, how black I am!
Oh, how poor, how poor I am!
Because of the sorrow that condemns me,
I lost the love of my dark-skinned woman...
And I paid so dearly, so dearly,
For the lighter skin... which is not better!
I left my black woman for another.
The sweet potato in the weed,
I went with the other
And that's how I stayed...
Oh woe is me!
Can't you see!
