Queja Negra

Tunes are heard
With a taste of the sea
The night on the beach
Already seduces to dance

Everyone sings
To the beat of the drum
The candles are lit
Everyone dances to the sound

It's the black complaint
With a taste of rum
The gunpowder sounds
The sea sings and vibrates

The cry confused
And hugs that go
Those who are arriving
This is Christmas

At midnight
I know she won't be there
My dear mother
Won't kiss me

The dinner served
I know she won't see
But from afar
She will bless me

It's my sad complaint
The sea makes me a duet
The gunpowder sounds
I sing and cry

The cry confused
And hugs that go
Gifts come and go
It's Christmas