Las Medias Negras
Hermanos Zamarron Y Sus Caporales
The Black Stockings
The first thing I looked at just when crossing the door
That beautiful pair of legs covered by black stockings
From the bar bench, she threw tender glances
Promising with her eyes eternal nights of passion
She was a strange woman, her clothes looked expensive
I approached and said hello, can I buy you a drink?
She told the bartender, a champagne please
And I said, a tequila for me, but make it the best
She wore black stockings, that I remember well
When I asked her to dance, she said sure, why not
Her body close to mine, my blood stirred
And after two songs, she kissed me
In a love hotel, the black stockings flew
My desires also flew and landed on her body
In a sublime communion, our bodies came together
We wanted to love each other more, but we ran out of strength
I woke up around nine, I don't know at what time she left
Only her black stockings were left on the nightstand
I searched for her in that bar, but she never returned
She left me the black stockings, but took my soul away
