Cuando Se Vaya La Luz, Mi Negra

When the light goes out, my black woman,
we are going to undress
early has its charm,
like people in the countryside.
The bad thing is that without water and without a fan
we will end up sticky and sweaty
like in a marathon.

When the light goes out, my black woman,
my grandmother will start
to unleash her bad temper,
and speak badly of the government.
And my grandfather, who is a rascal, will retort
that it's the fault of imperialism, of OPEC
and the global market.

Oh, Alina Blanco, hand me the candle
I'm missing the soap opera again.
Turn off the Westinghouse that is defrosting.
I don't know what I'll do with my electric guitar.
I want, I want, I want,
to dance with a lighter
speak to me of loves,
of loves with lanterns.
I want you to sing me a blues
before the light comes back.

When the light goes out, my black woman,
my mind will be affected.
My poorly educated psyche,
is very electrified
and cannot go through any God's night
without lights, without video, without the radio
and without the television.

When the light goes out, my black woman,
as social therapy
and so you don't overheat
your head over the current
sitting by the bonfire we will talk
about the same things that the Neanderthal Man
should have talked about long ago.