I want to tell you, my brother, a little piece
Of the black history, of our history, sir
In the sixteen hundreds
He treated them very badly
And he hit his black woman
The handsome black man rebelled
He took revenge for his love
And it's still heard at the gate
Hey man, don't hit the black woman
Hey, that black woman gets my respect
That it's still heard, heard at the gate
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, don't hit the black woman
Black woman who tells me, chambalaquete, chambalequete
That it's still heard at the gate
The owner with the black soul
Doesn't poison him, doesn't poison him, doesn't poison him
Hey, because the black man rebels on you
Spaniard with the dark soul
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't hit
Open your fist and you'll squeeze like she's dark-skinned
Don't hit the dark girl because my black woman gets respect
Abuser who hits the girl
That in the soul, the soul, the soul
That the soul, the soul bursts inside me
Hey, no, no, no, no, no, don't hit my black woman, nah
Because my soul stirs, my dark girl
There's lament on the beach, black woman
On the beach of Cartagena
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, not Marbella, gorgeous
The black soul that sings and that cries
Because then the black man takes revenge