Namoro de corvo

On a bare little hill
Pearl of stone and cactus
Brightened by the white moon
In a rounded frame
At the break of dawn
A figure could be seen
Up at the heights
A dark, passionate silhouette

The green grass of the plains
With the wet morning dew
And the loving couple
On spring nights
I wish I could be like that
Desiring and longing
Thinking of the sad fate
Of my heart's ruin

The crow was calling, calling for his mate
And she with a sultry look
Dark as a raven
Flourished her beak in the feathers
And the old crow was strutting
A cowboy and a charmer
Spread one wing above
Embracing the lovely brunette

I remembered past times
Of a black horse I had
And the little gallop that came
Towards the town
And always the same saddle
A drop of reins on the leg
I also remembered the mulatto
Who had me enchanted

That's how the romance unfolded
For those who remember the shock
And I swear by any saint
Even by Our Lady
That I discovered at that moment
The raw power of love
And I tell you, yes sir
That even crows fall in love

(The crow was calling, calling for his mate)
(And she with a sultry look, dark as a raven, flourished her beak in the feathers)
(The crow was calling, calling for his mate)
(And she with a sultry look, dark as a raven, flourished her beak in the feathers)
And the crow came strutting
A cowboy and a charmer
Spread one wing above
Embracing the lovely brunette