No Lepegue A La Negra

I want to tell you, my brother, a little piece of black history, of our
History, sir

And it goes like this
Uhh!
Says!

In the sixteen hundreds, when the tyrant ordered
The streets of Cartagena
That story lived
When those slave traders arrived there, Africans in chains
They kissed my land, perpetual slavery
Perpetual slavery
Perpetual slavery

Let Salome say it
And let it be known, known, known

An African couple
Slaves of a Spaniard
He treated them very badly
And hit his black woman

And there, the handsome black man rebelled
Took revenge for his love and you can still hear
At the fence, don't hit my black woman
Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black woman

Hey man!!
Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black woman
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
(Several times)

Hey, that black woman must be respected
Ehh, that can still be heard, heard at the fence
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, don't hit the black woman

Black woman tells me

Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit

And with you... Chelito from home

Let's see who hits a girl
Because the soul, that the soul, that the soul
That the soul, that the soul breaks for me

Ehh, no, no, no, no, no, don't hit my black woman
Because my soul stirs, my dark-skinned woman

El Chombo knows it
And you too
Don't hit the black woman