La morocha
José Luis Rodríguez
The Brunette
After so many times coming to the dance
and getting lost in the crowd
coming back home alone
and not knowing you existed.
One night I saw dancing
a silhouette that caught me
what I thought was a shadow,
was the queen of my song.
A brunette with a coffee color
swaying and looking at me
my heart stopped,
from her hips it died, died.
A brunette with a coffee color
swaying and looking at me
my heart stopped,
from her hips it died, died.
I want to own her little trunk
and be a conqueror of her back.
After so many times coming to the dance
and getting lost in the crowd
coming back home alone
and not knowing you existed.
One night I saw dancing
a silhouette that caught me
what I thought was a shadow,
was the queen of my song.
A brunette with a coffee color
swaying and looking at me
my heart stopped,
from her hips it died, died.
A brunette with a coffee color
swaying and looking at me
my heart stopped,
from her hips it died, died.
She moves her hips
and gives me back life,
she moves her waist
that heals my wounds,
she moves her hips
because tonight I need to scream
oh yeah.
She moves her hips
and gives me back life,
she moves her waist
that heals my wounds,
she moves her hips
because tonight I need to scream
with joy, with joy.
(Chorus:)
Move it
forward and backward
oh how lovely, move it
I'm going to faint. (x2)
