No Le Pegues 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
It says

In the sixteen hundreds
When the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena
That story lived

When those slave traders arrived here
Africans in chains kissing my land
Perpetual slavery

Perpetual slavery
Perpetual slavery

Let Salome say it
And let it be
I arrive, I arrive, I arrive

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

And there, the handsome black man rebelled
He took revenge for his love
And it's still heard at the gate
Don't hit my black woman
Don't hit the black woman
Don't hit the black woman

Listen, 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

Listen, that black woman must be respected
Because it's still heard, heard at the gate
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, don't hit the black woman

Black woman who 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 de Castro

Let's see who hits the girl
Because the soul
That soul, that soul
That soul, that soul is bursting for me

Hey, no, no, no, no, don't hit my black woman
Because my soul is stirred, my dark one

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