Romance de La Niña Negra

All dressed in white
Starched and composed
At the door of her house
Stood the black girl

A stiff white bow
Adorned her head
Red bead necklaces
Twirled around her neck

The other girls in the neighborhood
Played on the sidewalk
The other girls in the neighborhood
Never played with her

All dressed in white
Starched and composed
In a silence of tears
The black girl cried

All dressed in white
Starched and composed
In her pine coffin
Rests the black girl

In God's presence
A white angel takes her
The black girl doesn't know
Whether to be sad or happy

God looks at her sweetly
Caresses her head
And a lovely pair of white wings
Support her back

The teeth of mazamorra
Shine on the black girl
God calls all the angels
And says: Play with her!