Baila Morena

Going down the hill along the path she comes dancing
Dragging her sandal, raising the dust
Moving her waist and hips like no one else
She has dark skin, clear smile, moon color

You have white things
You have black things
You have Indian things
Beautiful mix that this land has

Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else
Moving the hips, moving the waist

Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else
Dragging the sandal, take me in your madness
Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else

The night is a girl passing by, growing
The music doesn't stop, keeps dancing, ignites
The sweat of her body gives shine to her cinnamon skin
The red blouse, the dawn, and that brunette

You have white things
You have black things
You have Indian things
Beautiful mix that this land gives

Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else
Moving the hips, moving the waist

Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else
Dragging the sandal, take me in your madness
Dance, brunette, dance, you dance it like no one else