Morena
Tornillo
Brunette
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me-ah-ah-ah-nan
Ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an
I met you in the neighborhood and I can't forget you
Your hair and your face I can only remember
Because since that day I haven't seen you again
These desires I have want to go look for you
Tell me where you are, so I can get there
I need you so much, to be able to fly
My heart wants you and I don't plan to change it
I never lose faith in being able to find us
It's rumored on the street that you're a criminal
Not even the neighborhood stoners have a problem like yours
So desired on the street, everyone wants to roll you
You're very sought after and I can't stop thinking about you
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me-ah-ah-ah-nan
Ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an
Something inside me tells me that you feel the same
You're a daughter of the street, so beautiful and natural
A flower from the garden, the prettiest in the rosebush
I say you're good, others say I'm wrong
The marijuana scent I will always carry
Snow White at night makes crazies sin
Through the streets of Cactus we go out to strut
I grew up in the neighborhood, no one could avoid it
They say I'm lost, that I can't stop smoking
That if I smoke too much, one day I'll go crazy
I'm missing a screw and I'll never change it
We came from the bottom, I'll never forget it
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me
Who would have the eyes of that brunette?
Dancing cumbia, she looks really good
Long hair, burning mouth, red lips that poison me-ah-ah-ah-nan
Ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an, ah-ah-an
From San Luis Potosí, bro
To the whole neighborhood
Pure Cactus, dogs
The Four Seven Three Music, bro
Hell yeah, for sure
