Queja Negra
Super Combo Los Tropicales
Black Complaint
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
