NEGRA MURGUERA (En Vivo Estadio De Morón) (feat. Agarrate Catalina)

Are we doing a cover?
I posted it recently, from a friend's side
Like a drunk waking up wrecked in a basin
He gets up and starts to remember
The distant events of the night before
A black girl, dust and a tumble

You’re the murga born from the heart of the crowd
From the race that sweats this sweat
With one eye patched and a piece of heart
When passion turns into pure grease

Murga murguera
Sewage water, pavement skin
Take me with you

To the mundane suburb that has no rank
Where they paint good-bad, who knows
Sadness is a glass that also overflowed
That day when it dodged like a hit-and-run

Murga murguera (oh-oh-oh)
Sewage water, pavement skin (oh-oh-oh)
Take me with you
Murga murguera (oh-oh-oh)
Under your starry sky, the hair sways (oh-oh-oh)
Take me with you

I’m gonna play until my hands bleed (lalala, lala, lala)
I’m gonna play until my hands bleed (lalala, lala, lala)
I’m gonna play until my hands bleed (lalala, lala, lala)
I’m gonna play until—

In the middle of the hangover
He tries to slowly start the murga
But it’s a lazy lament
Like the wind that makes him think

Musa minusa that brings me inspiration
I swear I won’t leave my drum
Because seeing you, dark girl, is such a lovely feeling
I only play so you can dance

Black murga
Get on the parade and shake your hips
Take me with you

On the street, they say I’m not like I am
What do you want?, if tenderness just burst out of me
And these sweet verses that your dance stole
Are the undeniable proof of love

Black murga
Get on the parade and shake your hips
Take me with you
Black murga (black murga)
From the blue moon, your skirt can be seen
That breaks the pain (that breaks the pain)

And I feel like putting my foot in it (lalala, lala, lala)
And I feel like putting my foot in it (lalala, lala, lala)
And I feel like putting my foot in it (lalala, lala, lala)
And I feel like— (lalala, lala, lala, black murga)
And I feel like— (lalala, lala, lala, black murga)
And I feel like— (lalala, lala, lala, black murga)
And I feel like— (lalala, lala, lala, black murga)
And I feel like—

While he heads back home
He goes over the steps he has to take
And blames the drunkenness
For forgetting the black girl
Where did you go, where?
In a bar