Calavera

Two jet-black mirrors challenge me,
stealing my soul on the riverbank,
here on the riverbank, for my good fortune,
two stars illuminate me while they quarrel with the moon.
By your side I find myself, oh! in blessed peace,
do not leave me for a moment or I'll turn into a skull.

Skull, I turn into a skull,
the Moorish moon rises and chaos ensues.
Skull, I turn into a skull,
go for rumbas and crazy
if I don't have you by my side.

Give me the light of your eyes in this bleeding river,
do not let me get lost as I have already become a skull,
I have already become a skull and I'm tired of drunkenness,
I want to drink from your waters and live in a different way.

By your side I find myself, oh! in blessed peace,
do not leave me for a moment or I'll turn into a skull.

Skull, I turn into a skull,
the Moorish moon rises and chaos ensues.
Skull, I turn into a skull,
go for rumbas and crazy if I don't have you by my side.