Dark-skinned woman
In the streets of the city
You always have to endure
In the neighborhood, on the bus
You always have to hear the voice
And listen, listen
Dark-skinned woman of my soul!
Why do you go so lonely
With this bald guy
You can find comfort
Lovely shorty
Tell me what God thought
When instead of oranges
He gave you two melons! He, he gave you!
In the streets of the city
You always have to endure
In the neighborhood, on the bus
You always have to hear the voice
And listen, listen
And listen, listen
Lolorolo! Lolorololo!
Lolorolo! Lolorololooooooo!
Like two gelatins
You shake them as you walk
Like two little onions
They are enough to make you cry
Don't get angry, my dark-skinned one
About what you hear people say
Sulky and flirtatious
We love you even more
Even more!
In the streets of the city
You always have to endure
In the neighborhood, on the bus
You always have to hear the voice
And listen, listen
And listen, listen
Everyone!
In the streets of the city
You always have to endure
In the neighborhood, on the bus
You always have to hear the voice
And listen, listen
And listen, listen
