Under the bridge there is a brunette
waiting for her lover
who comes from Cartagena
drunk and lost by a brunette
Quarters and carpenters
are a bunch of thieves
/>carpenters steal sticks
and stonemasons hearts
My dark-skinned woman is my dark-skinned woman
she is no one's dark-skinned woman
and whoever wants to be dark-skinned
go to war and I won
those from Feás were missing
those from Becoña came

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