El Gato Negro

After walking with myself down the road
The road where the ground gives birth to wine, he said that's a good road

After walking a while in the yard of a house
And if they call you pretty, that's where I’ll stay
There lives a black cat, they say it brings bad luck
If it crosses your path, but not for me

Why do they call you boulevard, because I take you anywhere
What I don’t know very well is how to get back
What’s up? My arm hurts
How strange, I feel the same way too

There lives a black cat, they say it brings bad luck
If it crosses your path, but not for me
There lives a black cat, they say it brings bad luck
If it crosses your path, but not for me