Con Esa Morena

At the head of my bed
I have a picture of my mom
And it's because I miss her (repeat)
That every time I look at her
Tears stream down my face

Since I met you
You have me half crazy
You've taken away my senses
Oh, the joy I feel (repeat)
When at night in my bed
You appear in my dreams

With that brunette, with her smile
She's calling me
With that brunette, with her gaze
And she's killing me
And I don't know what's happening to me
I don't know what's going on

We are inseparable
For my tears, she is my comfort
For her cold, I am her warmth
For her anger, I am the calm
For my blindness, she is my path

I come selling
White handkerchiefs with black polka dots

With that brunette...