Alhucema (feat. Horacio Quintana)

Black girl, voodoo
The drum's a-thumping
A dark man has died
And died of love

Sad echoes
Echoing his sound
A brother has died
Of our own color

And through the night
The black folks and the car
That carries a reproach
Of blood and passion

And a procession sings
With crimson lips
Casting reflections
Of a torch in the voice

Lavender
Was the name of the dark girl
Who dragged him to death

Crazy black girl
Was the blood from her mouth
That intoxicated two black men

Double sorrow
One lives in his chains
And another has died for her love

Black voodoo
A deep song
Her shadow brings down
The shadow of God

Shining, gleaming
The black folks go
Praying, crying
To the rhythm of the song

The funeral moves away
With songs of black folks
And the howling of dogs
That include the pain

The fire of the song
Has started to fade
With weeping and crying

And the funeral cart
Sinks into a mud
Of shadows lurking