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Night, night, love calls you,
night, night, you are a flower,
that in the night of love
the troubadour sings to you...
Black,
beloved black woman
black of my life
who loves you?
Look,
my soul in pain
beloved black woman
only for you...
Black,
beloved black woman
black of my life
stop crying...
Look,
that my loving chest
is overflowing
with happiness...