María Morena

Joaquín: I met her one night, queen of the party,
No one danced like her,
I felt my veins ignite, I asked her name
And they answered me: 'Brown Maria...'
Oh, oh Brown Maria,
What is it about your body that burns me when you dance?
Oh, why don't you look at me?
Or don't you realize that your gaze gives me life?
I raised my glass of wine, toasted without you seeing me,
I dreamed of being with you,
And between drinks, Brown Maria, I saw you leave...
I searched for you on so many paths, everyone talked about you,
No one about your destiny, and today the sorrow kills me,
For having lost you that night, Brown Maria...
Oh, oh Brown Maria,
What is it about your body that burns me when you dance?
Oh, tell me where you've gone, since that night,
Every night I dream of you...
I met her one night, queen of the party,
No one danced like her,
I felt my veins ignite, I asked her name
And they answered me: 'Brown Maria...'
Oh, oh Brown Maria,
What is it about your body that burns me when you dance?
Oh, why don't you look at me?
Or don't you realize that your gaze gives me life?
Oh, oh Brown Maria,
What is it about your body that burns me when you dance?
Oh, tell me where you've gone, since that night,
Every night I dream of you...