Negro

What a shame
The bad reputation of black
And its lack of color
What a shame

The infamous fame of black
And its place of pain
You’re a mystery
No one has followed you
That’s why you think you’re a divine color
That’s why you think you’re a divine color
They talk about you
As dark and dull
Like a hidden voice
Even being magic
You come from the wicked

You’re a mystery
No one has followed you
That’s why you think you’re a divine color
That’s why you think you’re a divine color
I only found one light
In this endeavor
To melt the sorrow, black
To hang on to your tender eyes
That are also black
But a different kind, another story
Because they have more of the sky than of hell
That’s why you think you’re a divine color
That’s why you think you’re a divine color