Moreno Pintan a Cristo

Brown people paint Christ
Brown is the Macarena (repeat)
Brown is the being I adore
Long live, long live brown people
Brown people paint Christ

Brown is worth
Of my brown-skinned girl
More than all the whiteness
Of the lily
Brown is worth
Of my brown-skinned girl

Of my brown-skinned mother
I would like to have
A portrait that resembles yours
I cried, I cried, I cried
My soul would give you
Slippery
I live sad
And my heart hurts
It hurts so much
That I can't take it anymore
There is no one in the world
To console me
Or alleviate
Or alleviate my fatal pain

I fall up, I fall down
Said the chicken hawk, oh yes

Why did you tell me yes, yes
Why did you tell me no, no
Why did you tell me yes
Like the eagle that deceived you

Come here, bouquet of flowers
Relief of my sadness, oh! Yes

If to your black window of the soul
The lover who deceived you arrives
If he asks if you're home
Tell him no, always no
Enough is enough for pleasure already....