Angelitos Negros

Painter born in my land
With the foreign brush
Painter who follows the path
Of so many old painters

Even if the Virgin is white
Paint me black angels
For they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones

Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise your color
If you know that in heaven
God also loves them

Painter of saints in the alcove
If you have a soul in your body
Why, when painting in your pictures
Did you forget about the black ones

Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel

Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel