Reina Morena
Ricardo Aguirre
Brunette Queen
My heart is a temple
Where a virgin is worshipped
My chest treasures her the most
If I am far from her
My heart is a temple (ponpon)
Where a virgin is worshipped (ponpon)
My chest treasures her the most
If I am far from her
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Like my lake and its moon
This is how his eyes shine
And the Catatumbo of fennel
When you sleep in your crib
Like my lake and its moon
This is how his eyes shine
And the Catatumbo of fennel
When you sleep in your crib
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Deep in the soul
You are the most consecrated
You are the crowned Sun
Of stars of moon and palm
Deep in the soul
You are the most consecrated
You are the crowned Sun
Of stars of moon and palm
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
My heart is a temple
Where a virgin is worshipped
My chest treasures her the most
If I am far from her
My heart is a temple (ponpon)
Where a virgin is worshipped (ponpon)
My chest treasures her the most
If I am far from her
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
Under a rain of flowers
A princess walks around
And Saint John of God prays to him
Songs of poetry
I saw her smiling
Pleasant and satisfied
Along the main right street
I blessed my people
