Negra Murguera (part. Mex Urtizberea y Agarrate Catalina)

Like a drunk waking up
Ruined in a washbasin
He gets up and starts to remember
The distant events of the night before
A black girl, dust and a tumble

You’re the murga born from the heart of the crowd
From the race that sweats this labor
With one eye patched and a piece of heart
When passion turns into pure grease

Murga murguera
Gutter water, pavement skin
Take me with you

To the worldly suburb that has no rank
Where they paint the good, the bad, who knows
Sadness is a glass that also overflowed
That day when it dodged like a pro

Murga murguera
Gutter water, pavement skin
Take me with you
Murga murguera
Under your starry sky, the hair sways
Take me with you

To play until our hands bleed
To play until our hands bleed
To play until our hands bleed
To play until

In the middle of the hangover
He tries to slowly start the murga
But it’s a lazy lament
Like the wind that makes him think

You’re the muse that brings me inspiration
I swear I won’t leave my drum
Because seeing you, dark girl, is such a lovely feeling
I only play so you can dance

Black murga
Get on the parade and shake your hips
Take me with you

On the street, they say I’m not who I am
And what do you want? If tenderness just burst out
And these sweet verses that your dance stole
Are the undeniable proof of love

Black murga
Get on the parade and shake your hips
Take me with you
Black murga
From the blue moon, your skirt can be seen
That breaks the pain

And it makes me want to mess up
And it makes me want to mess up
And it makes me want to mess up

And it makes me want to (black murga)
And it makes me want to (black murga)
And it makes me want to (black murga)
And it makes me want to (black murga)
And it makes me want to

While he heads back home
He goes over the steps he has to take
And blames the drunkenness
For forgetting the black girl (where, Camilo? Where?)
In a bar