El Parrandero El Morocho
Rafael Flores El Morocho
The Partygoer The Dark-Haired One
Why do you reproach me, my love
For going out partying
If I warned you a long time ago
Get used to it
And now I return home believing
That you are saving your best affection for me
And I find you jealous and fuming
When we met I told you
That I was a partygoer
And you replied
That doesn't matter, I love you
I like
The punch and a strong drink
I like
The game and the serenade
Going to bars with friends
Seeing the smile of a dark-haired woman
I like
The punch and a strong drink
I like
The game and the serenade
Going to bars with friends
Seeing the smile of a dark-haired woman
Why do you reproach me, my love
For going out partying
If I warned you a long time ago
Get used to it
And now I return home believing
That you are saving your best affection for me
And I find you jealous and fuming
When we met I told you
That I was a partygoer
And you replied
That doesn't matter, I love you
I like
The punch and a strong drink
I like
The game and the serenade
Going to bars with friends
Seeing the smile of a dark-haired woman
I like
The punch and a strong drink
I like
The game and the serenade
Going to bars with friends
Seeing the smile of a dark-haired woman
